\nI was sitting in my chair,
Coding traffic with great care,
Lines of logic, clean and tight,
Trying hard to get it right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then a pounding filled my head,
Pain that spread and quickly led
To a message sent in fear\u2014
\u201cIt hurts badly!\u201d loud and clear.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the bathroom, feeling weak,
Couldn\u2019t stand or even speak,
Everything began to fade\u2026
Then I slipped into the shade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Woke up in a hospital room,
Mind surrounded, thick with gloom,
Couldn\u2019t think or understand,
Just \u201cyes\u201d or \u201cno\u201d at each command.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nCasey standing there in tears,
Holding on through all her fears,
Once so close, a love so true\u2026
Now I didn\u2019t know what to do.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m still here, I\u2019m still strong,
Even when it feels all wrong,
Piece by piece, day by day,
finding my way back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nThrough the loss and through the pain,
I will build my life again,
Step by step, patiently\u2014
Time will shape the best of me.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nMonths went by\u2014so slow, so long,
Memories faded, slipped from song,
Even emails drifted away,
Lost and gone from yesterday.\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nTried to ride a horse one day,
Helpers guiding all the way,
But the ground felt rough, unclear,
Balance filled my mind with fear.
So I stopped and stepped aside,
Left that path I could not ride.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Trips to Bryn Mawr, long and far,
Riding there inside a car,
Hours lost in traffic lines,
Still I showed up every time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Speech and movement, day by day,
Slowly finding words to say,
Arms once numb began to try,
Reaching out and asking why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m still here, I\u2019m still strong,
Even when it feels all wrong,
Piece by piece, day by day,
finding my way back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nThrough the loss and through the pain,
I will build my life again,
Step by step, patiently\u2014
Time will shape the best of me.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nAnyways, I travel there,
Speech therapy with patient care,
Still it\u2019s hard from day to day,
Writing words won\u2019t come my way.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nEven now it feels so tough,
Simple lines are still enough,
I don\u2019t like it, truth be told,
Still I write\u2014both brave and bold.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nI need help with my right arm,
It won\u2019t feel or stay from harm,
Fingers numb and hard to move,
Hard to guide or even prove.\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\u2019s a brace to keep it straight,
Or it tightens\u2014something I hate,
But I had a surgery done,
Now it opens\u2014progress won!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nStill no feeling in my hand,
But I\u2019m learning where I stand,
Even if it\u2019s not the same,
I keep going just the same.\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m still here, I\u2019m still strong,
Even when it feels all wrong,
Piece by piece, day by day,
finding my way back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nThrough the loss and through the pain,
I will build my life again,
Step by step, patiently\u2014
Time will shape the best of me.\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nExercise helps me improve,
Every step, I slowly move,
\nBuilding strength bit by bit,
Even when I don\u2019t like it.\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nThen a helper comes to play,
\nBoard games brighten up the day,
\u201cFive Crowns\u201d is one I know,
Sometimes I win\u2014and watch it glow.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nThere\u2019s a brace upon my leg,
Helping every step I take,
Had a surgery on my foot,
So I could stand and put my weight.\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nNow I walk, though not the same,
\nBalance slightly off in frame,
Running\u2019s something in the past\u2026
But I\u2019m moving\u2014growing fast.\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nNowadays, I write my poems again,
And I love music\u2014four thousand five hundred and ten!
I still enjoy video games, though slow,
Playing one-handed, yet I go!\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nMath and words were hard to find,
Lost somewhere inside my mind,
Writing felt so far away,
Still I tried it anyway.\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nCoding gave me something true,
Terraria felt fresh and new,
\nChanged the code and made it mine,
Built my world one line at a time.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m still here, I\u2019m still strong,
Even when it feels all wrong,
Piece by piece, day by day,
finding my way back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nThrough the loss and through the pain,
I will build my life again,
No matter how long it may be\u2014
Time will tell\u2026 and I\u2019ll be me.\n\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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