I just might be coming out of the fog
As I hit the 5 year mark of shroudedness
When some bugs in greenish water back then
Everyday put me under severe, daily duress.
I could sell you a book of
Five hundred blogs and two links
With tales of woe then and now that’ve
Filled webpages as I tried to keep on my “think.”
This forum here, now with you this Autumn night
Kept me sane so the cells in my brain did not go to mush;
While firing wacky-backwards without ceasing at times
For waaaaaay toooo long without hope of a rest with a cush.
Looking back, looking forward
And thinking it over some more,
I see da light coming through darkness:
The kind that stays and covers all.
Tis healing that’s on the brink to stay
If I but finish the course with everything
It takes what it takes and it ain’t over they say
And they’re right, “until the fat lady sings!”
Now I ain’t too fat or that big into musical things
There’s more dirt under my fingernails than bylines
Bits o’ gardening, sewing, medical cooking fills the
Hours not counting Heparin and saline syringes.
No matter anyways, anyhoo, anyhow
It’s just the way it went, the road less travelled by
I will be stronger for it in the end they say (and they know)
In due time, Gentle Reader, with the Lord we’ll one day know why.