Healing,
True healing;
Not just surface wounds
But deep healing,
Takes place from the inside out —
When we continue to focus
On the road ahead,
The ground still to claim
And the visions to obtain
The victories often fade —
But, it is joyful to remember:
When I couldn't walk,
When I couldn't talk,
When I couldn't hear,
And with great fear
Believed that my sight would remain
Irrevocably damaged.
The ginormous battles that I’d fight,
The poems perculating, but didn’t write.
All my striving,
Robs my thriving —
So, today I stop,
Turn, look back
And remember,
The path trodden
And struggles and ordeals
overcame that I've forgotten!