I used to sing and dance
I climbed mountains
I trained horses, dogs, and even rats
I helped people cope with the problems they faced in their own lives.
I used to help the developmentally disabled
to move from place to place without falling.
I used to paint and draw
There was skill in my hands
I used to throw pottery and create sculpture
My body was strong.
I used to write
I used to be able to explain to others using nothing but words.
(I used to pretend I was a poet, but that was long ago
I’m really not, so I quit pretending.)
I used to…oh, I used to.
And then there is now.
Now, I am shackled by a body that cannot do
All I used to do.
I guess that means it is time
for me to learn, not what I can do,
but what I can be.