shift

Feet meant travelling

to places that became home

Hands meant holding

other humans and all that was happiness

Arms were to lift

lightness and love

Eyes were to observe

stories,creativity and art

then my life took a

shift

Feet meant for freezing

for movement was rare

Hands weren’t for help

They were for grasping everything that was less

Arms couldn’t take the weight

they were just tired all the time

as for my eyes

 I became blind