Anchored and Heavy

My arm cradled tight, a cast pulling down,

a stark reminder of this body’s frailty,

each movement a challenge, no royal crown,

a weight like a stone, pressing down daily.

Once so free, now anchored, I sit and I sigh,

yet in this struggle, there's something profound,

in vulnerability, in the heaviness, I try

to find stories hidden, where pain can be found.

The cast, a barrier, but also a way

to slow down, to gather and see

how even in stillness, I’m learning to sway,

a rhythm of life that’s still calling for me.