Healing is a slow dubious process

My mind and body in constant conflict

My mind is strong some days…

Then seems to regress into a cloudy depth

One day I feel like I am strong; I am me

Then the next I feel confused and weak

The body is God’s miracle…it will heal

But at such a slow boring pace

I want to walk, work, and celebrate

Without feeling so damn tired

I want to know that I will be “me” again

Without this weakness that overtakes my spirit

It brings darkness that shadows my mind

Blocking the light that is my aura; my being

I am hidden in restrictions and medicines

I want to see “me” again…whole and well

I close my eyes each night but sleep eludes me

Is it worry; adjustment…is it the body in rebellion

Yelling “What have you done to me?!?”

I pray for healing through out the day

I trudge along through this healing journey

One day at a time; one thought at a time

Knowing someday; soon …I will find “me” again


Written by TaVona Salaz Treadwell



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