Wednesday, June 11, 2014

On Occasion

On Occasion

I still, on occasion, do my best to control my life's every decision.
I still, on occasion, get angry when I must be reminded I am broken.
I still, on occasion, cannot tolerate safety rules as a grown, yet injured, adult.
I am blessed enough to see that my life limitations are nobody else's fault.
I just argue and fight to keep what independence I still feel a need to possess.
I can also see that my bouts of anger and rebellion causes my caregiver distress.
I see a caregiver and a survivor that love so much yet they will inevitably collide.
I want to reach the mountain top and my caregiver just prays that I will survive.
I just find some days are harder than others and my will is so very strong.
I also realize my caregiver is right and that it is me pushing for all the wrong.
I must learn to adapt and adjust to this aging role in my disabled life journey.
I still, on occasion, just have trouble dealing with the unimaginable fee.
I still can have a little trouble with acceptance, just on occasion.

Warsawa












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