Cliff Hung

Bedridden fun for me has just passed.
A spell when energy was avast.

Where pain & tightness held & tortured.
Where drugs & rest both kept me cornered.

One thing broke & the body followed.
Convalescence: a hard pill swallowed.

It’s a lot for me to remain still.
Action & doing define my will.

So, there I wallowed; resenting life.
Letting all my self-esteem grow rife.

So, today, healed & right back at her.
Now, making sure my downtime time mattered.