then do what you have to do.
Or follow my lead and run.
If my parents had been born in a different time,
my father would have been a vet and my mother
a doctor. Her heart's desire was to be a nurse
but she had the makings of a doctor.
It only took nearly 50 years, but I know
my calling has always been to live among
broken people. Shattered lives, broken
hearts, damage, with a sprinkling of grief.
No matter, I ran from it. God
paid no never mind, continually placing me
in the thick of it.
Adding insult to injury, He disabled me so
I can no longer run as fast. He does
have a sense of humor.
To rest my mind and body, I have
to create. To create. I need
constant stimulus. I frustrare
methodical personalities, create
anxiety for those who must control,
and ruffle the conventional among us.
What happens when I need to rejuvenate?