The racing dynamo that was once my brain
Shone brightly lighting the way for my foot fall
But now as the light flickers and stutters
I stumble and sway along the way,
Waiting for normal service to resume
I stare at my open hand
And survey the broken pieces on the floor
How sure was I that I had a hold on my favourite cup.
Tears prickle my cheek
I feel alone, deserted by my senses.
that was yesterday and now
well this is the new me
more tolerant of fellow man, living for the moment,
taking time, because I have to, but now seeing things
I never noticed before. Simple pleasures.