The PoTS* Way

I woke up really early as
The birds began to sing
As sun rose over horizon
All weak and watering
You know?  That glazed look that she wears
To start each brand new day
That says “OK! I’m up, give me
Some time to make my way
Up high into the brighter sky
To beckon in the dawn”
And likewise I then rubbed my eyes
And stifled a huge yawn!

I thought I’d jump right from my bed
I’ll make this day so full
Of all the things I need to do
With inspired push and pull
“A run!” I thought, “Yes that’s the thing
To start this day anew
And then perhaps get all chores done
And walk the dog out too!
Get dinner prepped; into the pot
The ironing out the way
And mow the lawn and wash the car
Then go to the ballet”

But now on fully wakening
Reality has hit
For my legs are made of lead weights
And energy has split
And rising slowly from my bed
My head begins to spin
With heart pulsating rapidly
There is no way to win
With brain fog misting morning sun
And tiredness oh so rife
I’ll render plans wiped out for this
Is how  PoTS^* runs my life

Instead I turned to books and such
To poetry; to art
For things like this can be done lest
Less strain put on my heart
And if I’m really honest they
Bring forth a whole new way
To still enjoy this life so much
And live for every day!

^*Postural Tachycardia Syndrome

 

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