Sadly compromised
physical capacity
renders life quite hard.
I flounder about
in some rather dark moments,
not my hopeful self.
My family hopes
badly wrenched, stretched, and pummeled
had to be reshaped.
Compared to my goals,
my career accomplishments
turned out to fall short.
Where am I going?
My objectives were thwarted.
What is my purpose?
... still ...
Possibilities
remaining within my reach
are there to be tapped.
New ways of being
may manifest before me
if I am willing.
I remind myself
I can find joy and meaning.
This is no small thing.
... however, maybe ...
I accommodate
to my new circumstances
much too easily.
Is it possible
I am not angry enough
for what was stolen?
Maybe I should be
rip roaring mad and screaming,
this is so unfair!
... stay tuned ...
