In a misty night

Walking seemed

Heavy and lethargic

Bewildered for

There was no wind

Nothing was carried

Just the body

Resisting movement

Thinking maybe one arm

Should support the other

Slowly by slowly

Limbs were weighted

Almost melting

Into the ground

Finally reaching home

Sitting in a chair

The breathe of exhaustion

Leaves the body

Energy starts to build

After each bite of dinner

And conversation

With family

Ability grows

Chores turn into

Hobby levels

Of of exhilaration

That sleep seemed

Days away

Even though

It is an hour away

-Jennie Nawrocki