Adding this to my FB page, so you can share. Some of youve read this but its always good to pass on to others. PATH OF CHRONIC ILLNESS Walk with me? First take my hand. Well talk as we go. Lets take the path less traveled. Theyll be few that we know. Lets try to remember, where we first began. What were you doing? Where were you in your life? What kind of person were you? I can see you as you go. It started so innocent. Seemed only a short jaunt. This new path that were on, seems as some kind of a taunt. Look behind us. Friends are lagging as we travel. They dont seem to want to go with us. We must stop working, end a career, halt our life as we go. Do you feel afraid, unsure, confused? Were going down a winding road now. Hold my hand tightly. Do you miss who you were? The road is a slippery slope for us now. We must cling together as we go. See over there. The doctors, tests, medications? Well get to know this stop well. Do you need to rest? We can stop and take it all in. Seems so unreal. This cant be where we should be. Theres hardly anyone on this part of the trail. We must move forward, somehow. Together we can go on. Were learning, as were on this new journey. We barely recognize who we were and have forgotten where the path began. I feel your grip stronger. Youre learning to twist and turn with the path were on. Finding your way through the weeds which have grown. There are not many people we know with us now. They stepped off the beaten path. You seem to be growing, into your own, as we walk. You understand more, feel more, care more, appreciate more. What were leaving behind, doesnt seem to be as important, as what we see ahead of us. How creative youre becoming, in the way youre learning to walk. How courageous and compassionate youve become. Who is this new you? Youve found so many things inside you, that you never knew were there before. Our road is still difficult, yet more passable now. Can you see the clearing ahead? I feel your grip lessen, as you learn to maneuver the winding trail. Pain, sorrow, fear, anger, theyre falling away a bit now. Theres a bench at the end of the path. Lets sit a bit. Youre not the same as you were. A bit worn, yet brave as well. I feel a rebuilding of your spirit. It can be seen in your smile. There are new faces looking at us. New people who understand. I feel theyll be important, for our future, as we find our way. Although our journey is rocky, were following through. This path less traveled by me and you. Clarissa Shepherd
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 00:10:34 +0000
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