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Well, I decided to go outside with my dogs today. I turned on the radio, grabbed my laptop thinking I could have some fun online. Then it hit me. I remember when I would run and play with my dogs for hours. I would work in the courtyard trimming flowers and feeding the fish in the ponds, sit and watch the waterfall and stream and write poetry.

Now my dogs lay just at my feet. The courtyard is over grown, the fish eat bugs and such and the flowers are over grown. As far as my poetry...this is what I wrote today. It may explain more of how I feel.
 
                              Never Look Back
 
I slowly watch myself become what I can not be
and I amoverwhelmed by the realization of it all.
 
Mirrors don't lie....now lay broken on the floor.
I tip-toe around the shared glass.
 
I pack my bags,take one last look around
of who I used to be and close the door behind me.
 
I drive away and never look back again
to see the me I used to be.
 
 
 
Sorry just needed to vent for awhile.
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