I am a 48 year old woman. My mother and I moved from West Palm
Beach, FL to Sacramento, CA to be near my brother and my three
beloved nephews. Eight years ago I suffered a stroke which left me
with no peripheral vision or freedom as I can no longer drive and I
lost all the friends I had. I do not feel sorry for myself though, I have
just had to learn to be quicker when the coffee table jumps out in
front of me.
With much of a struggle
up the tower I climb.
Weighed down by anger,
by sorrow,
...
My mind can be quite the prankster.
Just as mischchievous as it can be.
When a little confidence decides,
to kick back and settle in,
...
you said you would
always be there for me.
You even wrote those
very words, on a piece of paper
...
Sometimes I look at my life,
and I feel like I am again
the nameless and invisible
kid in school.
...
Looking at the magazine covers,
in the checkout line at the grocery story.
Thin, perfect movie stars, the latest diets
then recipes for the fattiest cakes and cookies
...