Personal Survival
Realization comes now
finding me
lying bed low
telling me that
it's only
one future
I've lost,
there are others
for my choosing.
At this moment
another one has
already begun.
Green grass
cut weekly
still grows back.
So drastic
a change
it undergoes
as I have
undergone,
yet it lives,
adapts, accepts
quietly
with little resistance.
Nature always
replacing
and rebuilding
just as I must
replace
and rebuild
my dreams,
my future,
myself.
Others survive,
I can too,
I will.
Yes, I'll live.
(August 1977)
Copyright © Michael Todd | Year Posted 2011
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