Rehabilitation

An ox can pull a weighted cart daily.
With mirrored force, I grapple to lift my right leg.
A toddler wobbles in his first steps,
but struggling, we inevitably became able to walk.
Hugging the wall, like a child in the deep pool, I rise up.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Juman Avatar
July 1, 2018 at 12:28 PM
but struggling, we inevitably became able to walk. nicely done
George   Avatar
May 30, 2018 at 6:38 AM
Yes! My friend...Colleen...struggled for most of her life. Great write on rehabilitation. Elaine
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