June 1st 2019,
I climbed twenty-two stairs
through a kitchen in-between
The first day, I marvel at the roof,
of all things.
Disorientation lasted 6 months.
By the end of the year,
I was twerking at a Shania Twain concert in Las Vegas,
In leopard-print wedges.
Two days after Christmas
I could not breathe,
Bones melted in my skin.
It would be 3 days into 2020
Before the blood loss
And blood clot
It was the longest stint,
Outside my room
In two+ years.
Covid19 set in.
I set myself to work,
my states administrative rules
Passed the LSAT
For law school.
In all that time,
I likely left one room for 300 hours
Out of approximately 17,161 hours.
I learned to appreciate that life,
Even without freedom of movement.
I was not imprisoned.
Today I sit in my own apartment,
Can take my walker or wheelchair
Outside as I please,
I do not regret living in a room,
Using a camode,
Or lacking running water,
Because it forced me to slow down,
And appreciate freedom of movement
While teaching me freedom of mind.