This one is a poem that looks at a bi-product of having two strokes and making an unusual comparison with the bi-product and the music I listen to everyday. Anyone who knows what kind of music I listen to, there is more to me than just one genre. Now here’s today’s poem to speak for itself:
My SMO Eyes cast down, then up Destination in mind A simple task, going here to there If only less thinking was involved. Step- not toe first; Step- heel then toe.
A gait-helper not needed; I can-walk without the plastic and nylon Encircling my foot, but Always insistences to wear.
Rigid, plastic Holds my foot right. With a strap above my ankle And another across my foot, No toe-heel step now.
Unlike the confining nature of that brace, Music liberates me, My spiritual SMO. Loud, brash; in my face, Or heartfelt and comforting Rock, Metal: my religion An escape; haven from life.
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