My reality
Depresses depression.
Between stages
And ages,
What enrages me
Is how my body
Disagrees...
Please stand...
Watch how you land...
A side of me does not feel...
Knife thrusts are fake but the pain is real.
Walk this way...
Talk this way...
Slurred speech
Would impeach
Recovery
However, the discovery
Of Neuro impulses
Misfiring causes
Those not afflicted
To believe that I am addicted
To some of that "Feel Good."
I am still learning
About my limitations
Through pain sensations.
I survived a 4 collusion
Yet my body is indecisive in the decision
Of how to live.
Weakened immune system
Strengthens my wisdom.
My impairments do not detour my drive.
I accomplished more with one eye than those who are alive
But not living.
Death is unforgiving
So I do what i must
To bring awareness as I discuss
My joys and my disqust...
One day at a time...
In brief moments I find
Familiarity...
I wish I could hold on to the similarity
Of who I was before July 25th, 2001
But I blinked. My day is almost over before I begun
My daily rituals which are fear factor obstacles.
A simple task that seem impossible...
Today, I'm possible!
will change hour by hour
By Depthstroke the Cypher
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