by: Heidi Lerner
It’s been quite some time I’ve been traveling on this route,
No one ever told me what it was all about,
I’ve been probed to my core,
And yet sometimes I wonder what it’s all for,
I’m affected on the inside morning, noon and night,
My friends and family say it will be all right,
But what do they know, they’ve never been down this road,
All they know is the impressions that I’ve showed,
They may know of my problems with memory,
But they couldn’t possibly know how widespread it affects me,
There are no signs pointing the way,
How come people think it’ll be ok?
Oh Lord help me; no one ever told me,
How complex all of these difficulties would be,
What about my sense of disorientation and the disappearance of my dreams?
How come no one ever told me about these things?
There are potholes along the road,
My abilities have seemed to corrode,
No one ever paved this road for me,
At times I trip over obstacles I can’t even see,
Sometimes I feel that the doctors are only guessing,
I think, some may need more knowledge and skill to be assessing,
I don’t want the doctor to paint the picture of what my possibilities are,
He may be having a bad day and I believe in my self more,
I may be making it up as I go,
But I best accommodate for myself, this I know,
I trust in my instincts,
And get a little help on the way,
Trauma to the brain,
Neurological traffic,
The blocks do let up,
Along the unpaved road,
Symptoms abounding,
Cognitive,
Emotional,
Psycho-social,
Sense of self,
Untying knots,
Braiding myself back together,
Rehabilitation,
Knowledge rebounds in the aftermath,
Guidance,
Catching its flow,
Internalizing,
Developing,
I’m travelling down that road.