Disabling illness still likes to
pull a punch now and again.
Showing me in no uncertain
terms that I am slowly losing
the power to do certain things.
In attempting to do something
I really know I can’t do,
I cause plants to fall on the floor;
Pots to smash, creating a double
whammy. I have had to accept
my limitations for years.
Still, sometimes I try anyway.
End up in tears of frustration.
I can feel the edge, sharp against
my back. The edge of depression,
it is so hard to resist sometimes.
Then I take a few deep breaths,
give myself a good shake.
Remember, that I had decided
when I can’t do something, I
will just pay someone else to
do it for me. I am smiling again.
©The Vixen of Verse, 2020