Today i am alone
	with what is left of me.
	I fight for consciousness,

	moment to moment...

 	 	 Sometimes, by memory,
		muscle and power of will;
		I can assemble moments together,
	            like beads on a string...

	 Other times, it’s a mind ache,
	just to re-member 
	my body to stand erect,
	   nor fall to all fours...

		 	 Past times’, storied strength;
			exhaustion, now my companion,
			I leave visual cues, ‘cross my landscape,
		     at moments of clarity....

                     Awaiting times' need - aids to navigate, 
                          the expected moments of lost…..

		 		         	Some days,
	 i don't even                                                             
            produce a shadow !