New Start

Tomorrow it will be a new start she said as a vow to herself.No more broken promises and tomorrow's that never are to be realized. Today I plan.First thing new tennis shoes.Then shop for fuel.No longer looking at food as a panacea a means to dull the ache. She awoke at four thirty to put on her exercise uniform.It has been proven people perform better When dressed for the occaision. As she took off walking she was taking note of the feelings in her body .The tightness in her arches the discomfort around the left knee.Her mind fighting to stay on the path of least resistance .To keep the status quo firmly entrenched no matter the cost. Looking up she saw the moon a lovely muted gold ovoid wondering is it waxing or waning? Am I waxing or waning? The birds slowly awakening after a late night courtesy of the sunset that was thought never to arrive. She walked at a victorious clip remembering to open up the hip joints with each stride.Walking like a Geisha might be cute if you don't mind walking that way forever short of surgical intervention.Not on her to do list. Two thirds through her chosen route marveling that her feet no longer hurt nor her knee.As the cars ahead approached she flashed the light she carried secured by its wrist strap.She had thought as she secured it so it could be used to defend herself if push came to shove. As the traffic passed she flicked the light across the roadway in answer to the rustle of a hopping squirrel in the brush. At that very moment her right foot unsure of purchase in her brand new stiff soled walkers rolled off the edge of the roadway .In one, as if rehearsed ,movement she fell backwards onto the culvert's lip. Striking just below the base of the skull.A kiss proving to be fatal.Just as her debut began the curtains came crashing down with no chance of encore In sight.All mixed metaphor aside, do I believe she failed in her new beginning? No! Never let it be said. She attained all she had self swore. And more.