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Day 31 (Pint-Sized Poem #15)
No more razors.
Haven't let it cross my mind.
Though I am not cured.
This is a start.
I am gradually remembering...
Remembering how to stand,
stand on my own two feet.
Remembering how to breathe,
in and out.
in and out.
I can do this.
One step at a time.
I'm learning to walk all over again.
I am a newborn child.
I have to learn to crawl before I can walk.
He pulls me up onto my feet and
helps me stand.
He's letting me pace myself.
And that's all I ask.
Let me take my time.
Breathe,
in and out.
Thank you.
For having patience.
And waiting. . .
Waiting for me to catch up.
Because I'm getting there.
Slowly,
I'm getting there.
Haven't let it cross my mind.
Though I am not cured.
This is a start.
I am gradually remembering...
Remembering how to stand,
stand on my own two feet.
Remembering how to breathe,
in and out.
in and out.
I can do this.
One step at a time.
I'm learning to walk all over again.
I am a newborn child.
I have to learn to crawl before I can walk.
He pulls me up onto my feet and
helps me stand.
He's letting me pace myself.
And that's all I ask.
Let me take my time.
Breathe,
in and out.
Thank you.
For having patience.
And waiting. . .
Waiting for me to catch up.
Because I'm getting there.
Slowly,
I'm getting there.
Published 3rd Mar 2012
| Edited 15th Sep 2017
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