It started with a tiny whisper of an idea,
which implanted,
a stubborn seed into a strong mind
but a weak body.
winters day's spent mummified
fighting angry elements,
fingers frozen,
arthritis garnled and cold,
old lady shuffling feet,
slow mile after slow mile.
Stiches!
An angry cobra,
attacking a right side,
biting deep into fleash,
as breathe became shallow,
and painful
forcing a tortoise pace.
Knees ached, a dull thobbing pain
which called for more cold,
frozen veg, leg's up on sofa,
wondering why I was doing this to myself.
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