Sometimes certain words fade to silence,
It’s a battle to complete each task, each day.
There are mornings I almost weep, but I grapple against each storm;
Somedays mean from morn to night exhaustion quivers,
My legs shake and I’m too tired to run –too agitated to sit;
Though you might think I’ve done so little.
And, thoughts and plans leave me pondering all night;
Tossing and turning in the blankets grasp.
But other days I rise, and I’m alive with sunshine;
The learning process of endurance is half the battle.
I try to succeed, hope most days they’re moments that to other people matter.
I’m prepared for hard work, as long as my body’s alert
And if I’m here now in the present; I must be in the right place for now —
For however long I am.
Here to learn, blossom, grunt, and groan against all challenges.
Although, certain days my eyes are sand-weighted,
Aching for tomorrow’s responsibility, a notion of grande design;
I’m surviving today, that’s something.
Existing in an extended vignette, eyes not glazing left alone.
And somehow unseen footpaths meander to freedom, faith for tomorrow:
Then, he grabbed my shaking hands anyways,
Before I tumbled, and off the ledge we rode.
Tucked in goose feathers, silken fibres —
Into the midnight sky we flew.
To chase the dreams of starlight’s cosmic kiss;
Then wake flourishing on a comets tail.
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