The patterns of the flesh

A wrongness beckons when I start walking-

what have I forgotten?

before, it was the opposite, fear striking

after I'd launched unassisted from a chair

the woman I was striding away as I faltered

I learned too well from fear.

the woman I was clings with weak fingers

can I move on again from myself?

Terrifying, Wonderful

 It's been three weeks, and by the grace of God I can still walk.

A Miracle from God

No one tells you this, but it turns out being supernaturally healed is pretty overwhelming. I suppose I might have expected that, but given that I wasn't expecting healing, I hadn't exactly done my research.

February 2021, or, Functionally Speaking

I bought a wheelchair yesterday.