Years ago I set down my pen and paper
Gained courage to do life
And well, didn't life happen.

I'm smiling while thoughts race
through my nervous system sending signals to my brain
It's happening!!!

Yeah I'm paralyzed
Can't move
The bed has me chained
Refusing to let me go
It understands.
The rivers of tears she's collected
Watching passion, giggles, prayer to mourning.
How could it let me go.

Spit hit the fun and the grace I was hanging onto waxed thin.
The scars are exposed
My mind feels bipolar coz the journey of grace has my heart
Constantly on the surgery table.

The cutting is necessary sure for to remove the tumor you must allow the blade to work it's magic.
Often not talked about the process to recovery.
Not enough talk around navigating with crutches.

Even the brilliant minds go through it.
I see the end and it brought me back to pen and paper.