There I was just living my life,
And a lightning bolt fell from the sky.
My life once so directed, fulfilled,
Now was completely awry.
The kids needed money for college,
My husband went back to school, too;
While he still worked nights,
‘Cause we needed the revenue.
I had the job of my dreams
Loved going to work every day,
But found I lost the spring in my step,
Like a horse hooked up to a shay.
Gradually, over the course of a year
Pains began to appear.
My sitter, my joints, all ached
Fatigue caused life to be drear.
I did my best to ignore it all
Then rashes began to erupt.
Every day, in spite of me,
A new hole appeared in my cup.
It felt like life was dripping away
At home life took a slide.
Wasn’t this the best time in life,
Instead, it felt like ebb tide.
Sloshing through “wet sand” each day
Each step began to hurt
All of life was a heavy meal
Where was all the dessert?
Eventually I had to quit work
My body and mind couldn’t cope.
The career I’d loved was “cut short”
While I desperately longed for hope.
It took years to get any answers,
I saw a dozen doctors and they saw me.
Talking about it all the time
Drove my poor spouse up a tree.
Realizing I had to “get a grip”
I examined all I had left,
I had to fill my empty glass
In spite of feeling bereft.
All in my life was “cut short”
Without income I felt like a glut.
I realized my health wouldn’t “grow back”
This wasn’t a bad hair cut.
I had long talks with myself
As I searched for a new way to go,
Windows began to open,
One day, there appeared a rainbow.
The violets on the windowsill bloomed
And something changed within me.
I began to have dreams while awake,
Of new ways my life could be.
I discovered new depths to life,
Pursued talents once untapped.
I now had the time and incentive,
As I began to adapt.
I can’t say life is easy
It’s more like a winding maze.
All curves are not dead ends as
Love and faith light my dark days.
Much time has now passed by,
I have wisdom up to my ears;
But I have survived to tell the tale
After all these pain filled years.
Many aspects of my life
Were indeed “cut short,”
But you can grow new “pieces” of life
And that’s what I’m here to report.