I woke this morning to the pain; returned
I found myself weeping at its cost
I found the courage to rise and
Push through the pain.
I should have known; there were
Symptoms before the pain.
I ignored it; denying it; hoping
For another day.
I put my dance shoes on; my defiance
And hatred for the wheelchair
That sits in the corner waiting for
Me to need him - not today.
My reason for living drives and pushes
Me past the pain.
Yet shaking and weak; I am here today.
Pushing past the pain.
The day will come when I won’t be able
To stand, but I stand today.
I push through and work hard to finish
Everything I’ve started.
I want to leave my mark; before I can’t.
I found myself weeping at its cost
I found the courage to rise and
Push through the pain.
I should have known; there were
Symptoms before the pain.
I ignored it; denying it; hoping
For another day.
I put my dance shoes on; my defiance
And hatred for the wheelchair
That sits in the corner waiting for
Me to need him - not today.
My reason for living drives and pushes
Me past the pain.
Yet shaking and weak; I am here today.
Pushing past the pain.
The day will come when I won’t be able
To stand, but I stand today.
I push through and work hard to finish
Everything I’ve started.
I want to leave my mark; before I can’t.
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