TWENTY TWO MONTHS AND EIGHT DAYS

Twenty two months and eight days

all that time since THE accident and it's taken until now

now, of all times to hit me

now

today

this minute.......

this is for life

this is my future

this is me

the wheelchair

not standing

not walking

the pipe

the pain

the spasms

the accidents

for life, for good, for ever

the old Meira has gone

scary, scared, terrified of my future

lack of life

no career

no personality, people see the chair first and foremost

lack of independence

what's to come of me?

But even through this dark time, there are good points

New friends

Knowing my family really do love me

Losing weight...... not that I'd recommend the "brake your back diet" lol

Finding my "true grit"

But mainly, finding that there is a tomorrow, albeit changed.....

tomorrow will come,

tomorrow is new and untouched

tomorrow is for the living

tomorrow is for the new Meira