Tightrope Pride

I woke up this morning unable to feel my legs.

I knew they were there, that they were still attached to my body. But I could not feel them. It felt as if I were having phantom pains, of legs that had been but had ceased to be.

I flexed my toes, felt them move; my legs felt like unexplored space between my waist and my feet, a deep canyond that I could not walk across.

I knew it was going to be one of those days.

I waited until the muscles unknotted themselves and I had regained some feeling. I swung them out of bed, tested my feet on the floor. I could stand, but my legs felt unreal, as if they weren’t there.

It was like wading through water, a soft coolness as they reaserted themselves, made themselves known.

I touched them to make sure they were still there, even though I could see them. I was walking that tightrope again, balancing between walking and not walking.

Sometimes I just want to fall off the tightrope and let my legs give out from underneath me. But Pride won’t let me do that.

Pride won’t let me do a lot of things.

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About Jamieson Wolf

Jamieson an award winning, number-one bestselling author. He writes in many different genres. Learn more at www.jamiesonwolf.com
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