It’s not for the fantasy
that at the table of martyrs,
someone will acknowledge,
that I had it harder.
It’s not for the telling,
not for the proof.
Not for the hope someone gets it
when I’m through.
It’s not for the showing,
not for the win.
Not for the knowing
I was right in the end.
The last couple of weeks have been a helluva thing. Getting stronger by the day, the stinging in my spine, chest, hands, face, and arms, are all clearly evidence of nerve regeneration…
You’ve got your reasons, everyone does. That’s not the story. Though we read book after book telling us that if it were not for the reasons, the hero would never make it. But two people can drum up the same why, feel the same why, the same way, and end at different stops along the…
This week I managed to get back to the top of a mountain. It wasn’t the biggest mountain nor was it the smallest, but it was a mountain nonetheless. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to climb. The damage to my nervous system has made exercise impossible these last few years and…