Easy

yes, it's a s**t,
a real pain in
the bum,
a real kill-joy to
what could be.
broken pieces,
shattered dreams, but
it's me,
the way I am.

it's my space,
it's day to day,

it's walking frames,
calipers, crutches,
wheelchairs,
gophers,
the history of such

but .....

it's what I know.
strangely
a comfort
in knowing a day,
a protection of
this space,
a familiarity
of what is.
to push away
what could've been, but
a life still.

it's people,
it's smiles,
it's times, places,
it's laughter,

I am who I am,
over and above
what they think.
easy, what I think,
what I feel.

easy in knowing,
an understanding,
an accepting

it's alleyways,
laneways, not
highways,
freeways, but
a different view,
a slower pace.

easy, but somehow
a peace,
a known quantity.
easy, a day by day,
days embracing,
getting me through.

r.m.