Last night I had a wonderful dream.
I could run, not just run but sprint without getting tired, I felt my muscles...
Strong and supple
I felt my strength like no other.
I could runn tirelessly along the street as the sidewalk and buildings seemed to go by.
I heard the theme from the Last of the Mohicans, a reel I believe.
I was strong
I was tireless..
there is no other feeling left now for me to long for,
where does the freedom go when all hope is lost?
I believe it goes to ground, deep there inside where no failing body can touch it,
where sadness fears to tread
where all my love and strength Ive left to me have taken shelter.
That much I have left to myself, given to myself.
There is always hope when there is strength, or at the very least the will to fight...is alight and burning strong within, that sheltered place where we keep what is ours.
selfless is a two edged sword.
ypou can give till your heart breaks and then give more.
all that is demanded and an unequal measure more.
I have kept this hope alive for myself alone.
this mere co-mingling of nuerons and dendrites.
I have hope
for it may not be today that I run
but there is always and forever the future.
Keep that chin up Spineys, its not over till your good and ready to say it is.