There was a moment today when I remembered. The world outside my eyes slowly dissipated as my vision drifted off to places not long forgotten. I exhaled as the pressure pushed upon my diaphragm and there I paused. It was as if my body was considering the coming labor of taking in another breath while still under that weight.
“I thought it was healed?”
The question, directed at my father, was more rhetorical than an actual question, but he answered it anyway.
Though deep wounds may be closed, the scars but faded lines, and the rehab in the past, the truth remains. Forever a reminder of the road walked and the conflicts which were its mile markers…
You still walk with a limp.