Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

I Walk In The Middle Of The Night


But it is morning for me
Blackness is everywhere
But it makes the few stars brighter
The road ahead is a small circle to home
And I am wholly alone with the world
All of it is mine
If I want it
But the joy is in the feeling of my painless flexible limbs
And the briskness and freshness of the air

How I love being alive now
And how grateful to God
That at my age
I can still walk with swiftness and ease
As if none of the disease growing silently within me
Will ever get me
And this kind of walk
Will be given to me
Forever.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Edited: Thursday, December 26, 2013

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