never forget this aching in your shoulders, the tight soreness in both wrists from walking with metal sticks. hop, hop, hop...stop. catch your breath. shake wrists. curse the distance of a block.
the acute energy put into the required notification of all curbs, backpack straps, seating assignments, and stray legs on the bus. (guarding your weakness with striker like positioning i might add)
the downward free fall of all fluid and blood gorging itself in your left ankle.
resulting in a drunken-headache-feeling not dissimilar to just giving blood and my foot falling asleep. heavy as lead and feeling about 3x it's size.
no longer are sitting, standing, walking or getting around automatic thoughts. but come about after careful observations of each and every sidewalk, door and stair. (work brain work)
right leg, thank you for your unwavering support and balance. bravo!
and you! your mother like disposition tells me I should be remembering grace and human limitations. culminating in dependence on you. oh and i do,i do. i am delicate as grass; origins of dust and i have no right to assume tomorrow will not swipe me clean. but you have given me all the rights to breath and live and walk. and thanks for not letting me fall.
(a big, big thank you!)
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