Broken. Not Broken.
My accident. The stairs. It was late autumn days drawing shorter light lingering less. It was past midnight moon waxing bigger stars shining less. I woke to walk while asleep that night. Body rises from bed mind continues to dream. Body seeks the stairs, steps down. Foot slips, body tumbles, whole being crashes. Broken. Not broken. A new frontier to explore. Paralysis. Quadriplegia. Body is conscious, mind is present, mind offers commands, body ignores. Healing journey begins. Step by step, moving with breath, feeling with grace, A new life begins. Again. Love, Lizandra
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Audrey
21/1/2016 20:47:45
Beautiful and heartfelt. I am still in awe of your strength and courage. Continue being amazing always.
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Lynne
11/2/2016 10:25:56
How is the trip going? I hope that travel was non eventful and that you are relaxing on the beach amid the true purpose of your adventure.
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AuthorLizandra Vidal is a poet, writer, and wellness expert. In 2015 she suffered a spinal cord injury and this blog is a space where she shares the story of her experience. Archives
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