A year and a half since I opened my eyes
Learning to breathe and re-learning to see
I got a second chance
Reassessed, re-aware…
At almost fifty I was finally learning
The importance of love, the treasure of friends
The luck in knowing someone was there…
To hold my hand
I had to extend it
Had to admit this man is NOT an island
In time the water eventually recedes
And connects us to the main
With my new eyes and engine
I could discern – what was vital and what was nonsense
Watching all the chasing
The inebriation of ambition
Each new dawn, every additional mountain climbed
That was my high
The crutches were gone
But the nervousness wasn’t
Learning to breathe again steadied me
The power of NO saved me
It was time to be selfish
Accepting that unhappy me could not bring joy to others
Reading in the park
Watching the kids become adults
Switching off the devices
All that got me to here
And soon a new chapter opens
Time to leave the sounds
Reroute them to the periphery
Accept my new opportunities and seize them
I will be fine … the tests say so
So now I will move on
Embrace each day as a gift
No tomorrow is guaranteed
But as I advance on this journey
I know how to fill each day
And who will hold my hand along the way
Breathe.
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