The Shadow of a Stroke

For all the damages there was no pain but for the thought, I am the person that I was, and knowing that I'm not.... A Wanna Be, dog-paddling on the surface of my intellect and decked in silence just to play it safe. It is a confraternity I viewed from just a step above, or so I thought. But now I need not think at all. I'm told that I can get it back. Perhaps. But suddenly I'm old. There seems to be a niche for me upon a field of reminiscences but please, not yet; grant me a plow, a whirlwind or two, and just a touch of irony to force a reach just past demise into the endless now. ~