I’ve said it once, that for the life of me,
I’ll walk.
I’ll walk to the bedroom door, turn, Adieu.
I’ll walk down the stairs, my shadow following close behind.
I’ll walk out the back door, a fresh breeze brushing past me.

With each step, I find aching pain.
My knees, my back, my hips, my feet.
Determination and motivation, fading away.
I pant and wheeze, my body sluggishly moving.
No hope for me.

I’ll walk in the back door, failure melting off me in waves.
I’ll walk up the stairs, my shadow ashamed and long gone.
I’ll walk to the bedroom door, open it, Bonjour.  
I say now, that for the life of me,
I’ll walk again.