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Walking from my car
To Walgreens Pharmacy
I look down at the floor
Or to distant ceilings

Avoiding the clutter
Once familiar aisles
Will bestow upon
What I now see,

As I move through
Unfamiliar terrain
Avoiding triggers
Undoing me with

Fear of another fall
Spinning and hurling
Trying to catch what
Is left of my breath,

Waking in the.ER
Medicated again
Learning to sit
Then stand, slowly

Before regaining
What is left of
My sensibilities
On planet Earth.

Kirk Gothier

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