I awake in the early hours,
Stressed by the unknown,
In three days time I leave Rehab,
To go to my new home.
To a smaller flat I must move,
With furniture and clutter too,
Will there be room for me to move ~
In wheelchairs one and two?
Where will the furniture be placed?
Will it be to my liking?
Will I cope as an amputee?
The thought of it is ~ frightening.
I know that YOU will aid me,
Of that I have no doubt,
I wish these thoughts would leave my Mind,
But my Faith is still devout.
But I am a-feared of my future yet,
I know not why I feel so,
When YOU are there to guide my paths,
And that I surely know.
Copyright [c] Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] – 4 April 2014.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem