reached for basic black today
red, blue and gold hang untouched
in the closet
lasso of truth forlorn
in the corner
too heavy for these tired arms
outlines of a plane
just visible in the driveway
covered in fine layer of dust
the world feels
like it is moving on
without me
a blur of color, smells, sound
that overwhelmed senses
cannot process
I rest my head
against my fists
allow a moment of mourning
for shattered illusion
of invincibility
spine of steel
requiem for a wonder woman
forced to accept that
she is only human
after all
© 2017 Revised 2021 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Even super heroes and heroines need some time off to be just human.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – Only human, super some other day
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Yes and the realization of that truth is freeing.
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I am still struggling with this one. Learning to accept chronic, invisible illness is not linear.
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I have chosen to make my chronic illness a friend instead of my enemy. and that thought stood me true for several years, then I got older and it all took over most thoughts I have. Aging is, well terrible, a doable but not feeling positive about doing it. The illnesses that come to the body are life draining at times. I am thankful I did not suffer with chronic pain when young. Hard to see young children suffer. Suffering is better suited for the elderly or so it seems.
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