The door frames have been widened, the elevator is in. Electric wires, like raw nerves, have been grafted by plaster skin. For one moon the house hemorrhaged dust, Its bones were sawn clean through But do it they said me must.
Still you walk, run and jump. It seems all in vain; Past, Present, Forward, and around and around again. Stay in the moment, but prepare for future needs. Don't expect a harvest, but do plant the seeds. When walking is an impossibility and hugging a thing of the Past, Even breathing will be an act of assisted humility. Memories of before the Disability, Those will last, but will they make mockery of the powers taken away, Or be filled with Joy and Gratitude that we kicked the loving shit out of Yesterday?
Mind in Clarity, a prisoner of the body encased in cement. Grasp at optimism or lapse into despairing torment? Pray for a miracle or a medical breakthrough? Invest Hope in research or in divine placations of a Church? No matter, because you're damned if you don't and damned if you do.