Recuperation

I have had my
Back towards the sun for
Years and now
When it does shine
In my window
And I face its way I
Cannot move my
Legs or descend the
Stairs, breathe the
Air and walk the block, reach
A patch of grass, some trees.

I sit cocooned in
Glass and
Hope my limbs recover
My heart beats better
And that one day soon
I can at last come
Down.

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