I moved in early,
To work out kinks
Before I needed to rush.
Leaving only when taken out with family,
Because for over two years,
I rarely got out of a single room at all,
Two to three days a week,
And only with momma.
When I fitted my feet,
*Read, grunted, huffed, puffed, and shoved*
Into my black shoes,
for the first time alone,
Success was walking around my complex.
A few days later,
And repeat.
Two weeks in,
And I am going out,
For a prescription,
To school,
To the front office,
Twice,
For packages and mail.
I know soon,
Movement will be almost unending,
Slow and steady,
Growing over time
Until my momentum is unstoppable
And stamina persistent.
Stumble and shake,
Yes,
And fall and bump and bruise
Bruising is not broken.
SickyBeat 