Life After a Crippling Disease

I never thought it would happen to me,

Well, who would have known?

It was a bitter aftermath

of a vicious disease,

not only was it life-threatening;

it was devastating.

The injury was indescribable,

It hurt beyond words.

It pierced deep into the innermost.

Suddenly, you couldn’t move

not even by an inch;

no one seemed as helpless.

I cried, “Unfair!”

But then, “what on earth is not?”

“Who am I to ask?”

“Do I demand fairness

or I just want things on my side?”

“Where can I go from here?”

It’s not all hopeless,

things aren’t that bad.

It’s not what you don’t have

that would make a difference,

but what you do

with what you have.

In this distant journey,

people might push us aside;

it would bring us down time and again.

But it shouldn’t keep us

from getting back on track,

we can create our own space in time.

A Prosaic Poetry

By Arnel Oroceo

From Of Verses and Rhymes

Copyright © July 24, 2010, by Arnel Oroceo All Rights Reserved