I had a stroke
\nThe rug was pulled
\nfrom under me<\/p>\n
I stopped Eating
\nI stopped Walking,
\nI stopped Singing
\nI stopped Dancing
\nI stopped Teaching – and Learning<\/p>\n
I stopped Loving
\nI stopped Living\u00a0 –\u00a0 in that order
\nBecause how can you live
\nwithout love?<\/p>\n
I woke up
\nI saw what I hadn\u2019t stopped:<\/p>\n
And I learned:
\nTo be \u201cnormal\u201d \u00a0– \u00a0Or did I ?
\nTo be \u201chumble\u201d – \u00a0Or did I?<\/p>\n
I woke up – and I learned:
\nLiving
\nWalking
\nDancing
\nSinging
\nIn new ways
\nTo new rhythms<\/p>\n
And in another life
\nI lived<\/p>\n
Zitta 06\/26 – 2021<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"