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