Aging Has Its Own Rhythm...

Legs ache, weak

I shuffle...

I struggle to climb the stairs...

Legs ache, weak
I stumble...

Existence here is getting unstable;
feeling vulnerable...

Legs ache, weak
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

Legs ache, weak
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...

Aging has its own rhythm...

my new reality...