I thought I had it all,

Health, Time, Love and Wisdom.

I thought I had it all, I really did and for a while, my heart soared.

For, how could what was in my palm, slip through my fingers as I watched.

How could I be this weak?

How could I be at the mercy of another being…saying ‘help’ and having them hurdle around in groups whispering my losses into ears of the very same hands that could lift me up?

How could I be the one who forgot the time?

How could I be the one who cried when the world was asleep and smiled when it was awake?

How could I be this stranger staring back at me?

I thought of my life, my dreams, my work, my words…and for a moment, my mind swirling with these questions, came a precise voice…a calm voice, something like a soft breeze at the back of my head…and from it came the words,

“you are still here and if that doesn’t count for something, then I don’t know what does, Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up…”