The slowing of my limbs has created an interesting journey.
Forced reflection surfaced the real me. I was treading water; lost....
Now i am swimming, searching for that island of promise
but enjoying each paddle and stroke.
Testing my inner core
no longer a pacer of my lounge room floor
but a rocker in my rocking chair.
Forced to watch rather than participate
unfolds a new wave of emotions and truths.
The light has been switched on,
i can see with clarity.
I now have time
The gift of choosing how to live
instead of life living for me
It was carrying me in waves of confusing direction
too quickly paced to think
Now i have stopped i can think
I can tread water for a while
choosing the life i want to live
I choose to live life fully coherent
arriving at the beach with no regrets.