Gentle Musings

I am hesitant today, in the way I move. I feel the strength I have recently gained slipping. I’ve chosen a direction, the next path I should go down, and now those thoughts don’t seem real. I wonder sometimes, if I’m a character in a movie, or maybe a patient in a coma. Or I wonder if this is a game I’m playing, and someone forgot to tell me the rules. My mind struggles for clarity. My hands are restless, and they won’t stop moving. Each time I set my foot down, and move farther away, my brain screams at me to slow down! But I don’t think my feet are moving. Someone, tell me what to do. And when you tell me, remove the quilt I know I will feel. Erase the memories that I will miss. Replace the sadness with strength, and tell me tomorrow will be sunny.