Getting ThereA Poem by Richard M The journey of Stroke Not
sure where 'There' is. It's
not a time, it's
not a location, it's
not a distance, it's
as a mirage, just
something that
comes and goes
from view, not
contained by borders, a
variable marker
fluctuating between
good days and bad. People,
so many people, all
there for me, circles
bigger, bigger. The
overwhelm, the
emotions, the
meltdowns, talking,
a softer heart. time
goes by .... time
goes by .... Ticking
off the list
one by one; gaining
a balance, transfers,
transfers, 'core'
and 'trunk' bed
transfers, car
transfers, finding
a strength, bathroom
matters, getting
to my feet, pouring
a wine, coffee
with the boys, back
on the gopher, to
breakfast with
my family, getting
out of bed and
lots and lots of in betweens. time
goes by .... time
goes by .... A long road to get
to where I was, but
a pathway, a
difficult case. 'Core',
'trunk', 'stand
tall', 'bum in', fatigue, a
determination, not
as it once was, just
to walk again. The
days I couldn't
hold myself up, the
work, the
exercise, the
recovery. Sit
to stands, the
tilt table, Litegait
machine, powering
in the halls. Cups
of rice, buttons,
the blocks, right
hand, left hand, my
beautiful
handwriting returning. My
calipers, my
crutches, parallel
bars, laps,
laps and laps, laps,
laps and laps, the
walking, walking, a
journey
remembered. The
work, the
exercise, the
recovery, a
life returning, and yet everyday is a ‘there.’ Out
of bed, breakfast
with
the family, little
corners
turning, turning! People,
so many people, no
longer overwhelm, just
thankful, grateful for their
guidance, to
have them around, to
get this body
going again. The
strength in that! Little exercises, but
to what end over,
over, over again, where
the big picture? Days,
months. When,
when? Jigsaw
pieces falling, gently
pushing barriers Stroke
on disability, walking,
but
two years in
a wheelchair, next
steps, next
steps, little
corners turning. not
the first one, but
a journey profound. Getting
There, it's
there, there, over
there, independence
calling, yelling,
screaming, beckoning
me on, reaching,
reaching
for 'There.' © 2022 Richard MReviews
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Richard MCowra , New South Wales , AustraliaAboutHi, I'm Richard. It says I'm new, but have been here for some time. I live in country NSW, Australia. I was born with a severe handicap, but have always lived in 'mainstream' society; family, scho.. more..Writing
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