Disease

You weren’t perfect.

so far from perfect.

but you were comfortable.. like an appendage of mine..

You felt right, I felt off without you. Unbalanced.

Eventually gang green set in..

The small infection turned lethal..

The piece I felt wrong without, had to go..

Or I'd lose everything.

Now what comes in place of it?

A prosthetic?

A replica… a lousy replacement?

no one wants to hear about the negative thoughts that run through your head

no one wants to speak on the fear or worry of not ever feeling that comfort again,

and living life forever off balance, and incomplete

but that fear and anticipation is there.

it’s never a "I can’t wait to have something new and uncomfortable"

it’s always frightening to let it go.

let’s not lie to ourselves.

sometimes we don't have a choice, we must lose something to build strength in other areas.

lose one leg, but build muscle in the other.

 life is not predictable, many days we will choose to stay where its comfortable

and doing so will bring our own suffering and loss.