I am not ready but the paper days turn.
Rusty muscles & bones; all feeling the burn.
Pushing ever harder to milk all my best.
Focused on exercise, on diet & rest.
Living with physical limitation sucks.
Still, I am capable of giving some fucks.
It’s a big internal fight every morning.
The pain just sits there; ignorant & scorning.
But, beat it I do; both, day in & day out.
Weaponized motivation…for fear, has clout.

