Left leg
on strike,
brain
disengaged,
energy
scrounging
for re-charge
coming up empty
Body
derelict –
this illness
sensual agony –
forgive
my silences,
any absences
Spirit
like a racehorse
strains against
the reins
too taut,
hungry
to feel
the wind
in its stride,
breath
freedom.
Gate is closed.
(The challenge of living with chronic illness is to maintain balance. There is a disconnect between what the body is capable of and what the spirit aspires to accomplish. Today, body wins. Thank you to Sammi Cox for the Weekend Writing Prompt: derelict; to Fandango for sensual; and to Daily Addictions for agony – all words that help convey this experience.)
One Woman's Quest 