“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Monday, May 13, 2013

Holding On

It seems I forget
my previous healthy state,
fooled by new normals.

My expectations
already lowered suffer
a further decline.

I seek to retain
my grasp of how good health feels,
not just to make do.


Muffie said...

I have no trouble at all remembering my old healthy state. I try not to dwell on it, but I do miss it. I'm just not that accepting or resigned to this new creature living in me.

Gail said...

HI JUDY - and oh yes, I SO understand the desire to be healthy again, to feel as free as I once did to do what I wish when I want without hesitation, concern or the inability to do it. Such conflict, such discernment, such surrender is all consuming at times, a lot of times. It is a slippery grasp at best and yet I, we hang on, hold on....our lives depend on it i seems.
Love and hope for us all

Karen said...

I remember being healthy. I remember all the things I could do, that I can't now. I try not to look back, but somedays I can't help but yearn for the old me.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Muff, you are blessed that you can still remember. While I work actively to keep alive a sense of feeling healthy, when one has lived with this illness for decades, as I have, it becomes a greater challenge.

Gail, it is more than a desire. It is an intent to be healthy again. I remain hopeful that this can happen in my lifetime.

Karen, you too are blessed at being able to remember.