Advent Into Year Sixteen

Advent into Year Sixteen

Advent into year sixteen. 

Has it been that long already?

I was a mere three yesterday

Burdened with a diagnosis 

Mind in thick fog and haze

The way, an intricate maze

Floundering and circling

Blinding darkness all around

Puzzled and perplexed

A stream of therapists 

Who am I, who are they?

What is this endless craze

Sunbeams, a thinning fog

Reach out to the hand of God.

Mind begins to contemplate

Body (unfortunately) continues it's own way

Thoughts continue to weave and fabricate

The keyboard unlocks communication

Education, now a reality

Though not all solutions are in place

I cross the threshold of year sixteen

Nervous anticipation writ large on my face

But the steps are lighter and surer

The road has sunnier shades of hue