Recovery

my body has betrayed me,
literally twisted in on itself,
and forced me to sit
still and
quiet.
stiff backed and weary eyed
i am commanded to think,
to catch up.
i'm am overwhelmed at what i find
deep at the pocket-bottom of my brain:
a pair of bright green eyes that i took for granted
and my own misguided superiority;
this song that will be my secret on repeat
and my love of the written word.

i want to be well again.