By Monica

My body misses something
it once relied on
like a leg extending support
perhaps a voice proffering comfort
a breeze wafting solace
or a welcome shape appearing by surprise,
steps away, or as a shadow
at the edge of sight.
something felt but no longer there
present only in brain cell function
a part of me cut off, burned through,
acutely painful in its absence.
Heart in hibernation
loathe to accept resources
once offered in abundance;
taken, if not for granted,
if not as birthright,
then with high expectation;
now limited, now different
now hard to recognize as gifts
from the same infinite source.

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