You're a
Wizard
I
awaken to find myself adrift upon a vessel, amidst a rough sea.
Knowing its expanse and sure it's impassable for now, I stay aboard
and wonder how long I'll need to remain. Who will rescue me? Will
anyone care? I look out as pain fills me with nausea, emanating from
my feet. No one knows what it's like to be a prisoner like this,
where your body is in control of you instead of the other way around.
I try not to reflect upon the pre-pain days- a time when I could do
anything I desired. Instead, I sigh and look again upon the ocean of
plush yarn, knowing the exquisite pain that will surely blossom upon
each step I would have to endure. Willing the sea of carpet to become
an expanse of smooth, large tile, I sigh in frustration. An hour
before my daughter must awaken so she can ready herself to ride upon
the magical, yellow vehicle we all know and remember. Of course, she
won't even stir on her own. Dying each evening, she must be
resurrected and when not even a tornado can do that trick, I still
must. I sigh again and fervently wish I could remain upon the safety
and comfort of my bed. I imagine myself a great wizard again, adept
at transforming surfaces to whatever I wish. Dismissing the fantasy,
I sigh again. Nothing good will come from me venturing out on this
day. The aches in my feet tell me so.
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