Phantom LimbA Poem by Jo R.Working through the letting go process of an important familial relationshipYou are the leg I lost, and all the pain killers taken to deaden the raw nerve endings work . . .most of the time. I have prosthetic compensation that I keep having to learn how to use over and over with each new terrain carved out by the latest rejection. I have even learned how to skip through the pool of tears I cried yesterday, last week or a few minutes ago. I have learned how to ignore the incessant dull ache while not limping and doing other distracting things. I have discovered am valuable nonetheless as so many assure me, and I know how to rest in Him gratefully. But, at the end of the day I look down and mourn anew Still, I have lost my leg. 10/27/16 © 2016 Jo R.Author's Note
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