Oh, you know what they say, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." Heck with that. I'm thinking maybe we could all use with a bit of pampering, now and again. Now, that would go a long way toward making me stronger. You know... a loving massage, deep conversation, excellent wine, great sex... all of that has a way of building up one's belief in something akin to "the good life." So, crutches? Well, it has slowed me down to the point of paying attention to my body. Every muscle, every movement has renewed meaning. And maybe, just maybe, it has made me stronger. Of course, I'm not going to turn down any of my "good life" requirements. I just may come at them from a different angle. Yes, being on crutches has taught me another damned Life Lesson: I want to live now while I am still ambulatory. (And I wouldn't mind slowing down on the Life Lessons. Are you listening, Universe? Coasting through life for a little while would be a lovely gift.)
Step thunk step thunk step
Into the life you were
Meant to experience
Just to the left of
The path you are on.
Crawl over the median
Hands and knees bloodied
But healing internally,
Whispers of strength building
Girders in forgotten bones.
Discard broken notions,
Stand tall in brave grace,
Outstretch unused arms to
Embrace strange new vistas.
Drop clumsy crutches and
Run headlong through
Brambled confusion
Till sweat washes clean
Stagnant trenches of worry.
Sweep away remorse that
Waylaid destiny,
Reclaim athletic dreams.
This life is once-given,
Run it, live it. Go ahead,
Pitch out crutches of
Mundane existence that
Carried you through from
Day to day. Stride forward
Confidently, mindful of
Others who stand nearby
Thoughtfully watching your
Progress. Be strong for
Yourself, lead the way
Forward and on and
On, without end-game
Resignation nor
Perceived accomplishment.
Seek instead a
Path of excellent
Beginnings renewed
Each morning as you
Venture into the
Waiting world
Again.
~ cfd
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