Another instance of illusions lost,
trying to exercise watching ankle
swell and limping while the team
of professionals order me to walk
elegantly - legs and hips refusing
coordination, hobbling like a duck
I resemble a pelican struggling on
land yet I dream of sailing through
the air on avian wings, but there’s
no flying for me - heart bleeding I
waddle on - disappointing all who
say - walk normally - just so they
Can see the original me running
free but its come to naught; thus
as my spirit does I close my eyes,
listen to music soar - free from
these recalcitrant moonboot
ligaments refusing to budge
[18 December 2014]
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