2,190 days give or take
Forced from my dreams by a dull aching
Walking on fractured bones
Innumerable, inconclusive, deprecating medical visits
Guessed elixirs offered little relief
A diagnosis, new nostrums, some hope
I am supposed to be a warrior
Fighting a daily battle against myself
Don’t be a victim, smile, “I’m fine”
My divulgence- I’m not fine
Sad, weak, defeated
Fearful of leaving my comfort zone
Personal and professional impasse
Obstructive what if’s
I need a map back to me
Back to the woman who could
And who did
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