Broken. Not Broken.

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