The Limp

One year ago my jubilant athlete of a dog underwent double knee surgery. One knee recovered 100%; the other appeared to be 100% recovered, until recently. When she gets too active the leg will start to slow her down.  I was having the Thanksgiving blues this weekend and decided to go for a long run with my faithful friend. She started limping, but kept up with me and had a smile on her face the whole time. It got me to thinking…

The Limp

There are days when I can run the race of life forever,

And then there are days when I run with a limp.

Most days life’s a party with laughs and jokes and great conversations.

But sometimes I hurt and my heart beats with a limp.

I usually crave long walks in flower-filled fields and hikes in the mountains of living;

Yet occasionally I’m slowed with that limp.

I love to teach my students and reach out to others, to be myself, free to dream about tomorrow.

Often my steps are jolted by the hindering limp of reality.

In this life we are designed to run and walk, live, dream, and love.

As long as we’re here we will always be slowed down by a limp.

I’m living with a limp, but I am living.


About wordvessel

Aloha! Thank you for visiting the Weeklythoughtexhange. I hope you enjoy this healthy exchange of ideas and thoughts. I am a middle school language arts teacher and relish active discussion, frequent reading, writing for leisure and growth, and immersion in new ideas and thoughts. Some of my favorite pastimes include being outdoors with family, friends and pets, traveling the world and country, and embarking on new adventures wherever they happen to find me - in my own backyard or on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
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