This really met me right where I’m at. I hope you’ll go to her blog and read the full piece.

Now my mouth doesn’t know what
my shadow is saying.

Motor

Motor nerve. Damage. (How?)
Peripheral. (Vision?) Damaged.

These are the bumps in my road
map. These are criss crosses.
(I carry…) Lacerations lace my back.

I can never go back. (Home.)
Back to the woman before. Back
to not knowing
my own body has limits.
Back to hands that held pens
as swords. As soothing wands.
Soothing. Soothsaying.
…

©Jennifer Patino