Adapt, a short poem. By S.T.M.

Baby Cleo, who had to learn to live with one eye!
Baby Cleo, who had to learn to live with one eye!

I labor to breath, I used to take it for granted.

I limp now, I used to run like a deer.

What does a person do when their whole life changes?

They get to know the person they are: new.

Learn and adapt, do not give up.

Cherish the abilities you have.

Reach for stars- a little lower

than the ones you used to try for,

but don’t quit reaching.

They are still there, your dreams are,

maybe not quite so large or grand.

Now, the beauty is that you must share them

with friends who offer their helping hand.

Author: ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...

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