Legs ache, weak
I shuffle...
I struggle to climb the stairs...
Legs ache, weak
I stumble...
I stumble...
Existence here is getting unstable;
feeling vulnerable...
feeling vulnerable...
Legs ache, weak
I wobble...
I wobble...
My Soul and body call me to be still
Legs ache, weak
I hobble...
I must stop -
listen to the rhythm of my Soul;
find my inner balance again
listen to the rhythm of my Soul;
find my inner balance again
Legs ache, weak
knees buckle...
knees buckle...
I fall...
January 2024
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Photo - Mystic Meandering
I took this one night recently while "window sitting."
I turned around from the window and
couldn't help but notice
what lies ahead and what is now...
couldn't help but notice
what lies ahead and what is now...
Aging has its own rhythm...
my new reality...
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