Earthbound

There are good days when poetry leaves me alone and there are bad days when I want to write a poem, but nothing comes out. Let me tell you a little bit about that nothing, it's all about a life review, there is so much I never want to feel again... do you? Now I'm on that eight hour regimen that tiny life sustaining pill. Look - I can stand, walk, reach again. I know that eight hour mark, the loss of Independence the loss of pain. I could go now if I wanted to, but love keeps me here. I am Earthbound. tied and tethered by love.