The Shield of Disability Disappears

A layer of armor is shed with every progress,

What once kept me safe is now holding me back.

Security dwindles yet promises.

The shield of disability slowly disappears,

I am once again the child that began this journey.

Possibilities awaken yet wrestles in the mind.

The fears from nine years ago return,

A nudge to journey forward without skipping steps.

New beginnings dwell before me, yet I must venture into and away from me to find myself.

There's more to a person than what's obviously detected,

They are artwork that is beyond physical.

Every being holds more than what's presented,

A blossom unique on its own.

This is a reflection as I revisit my greatest fear and accept progress in my recovery. Nine years ago, before my surgery and stroke, I was scared of losing my seizures. Now, even though I know I can't be 100%, the concept of being without my challenges scares me and makes me question how I'll grow. I feel like I've been stripped and sent back in time to find myself without a full slate. Fear and uncertainty arise, yet I know I'm embarking on an adventure to find me. Who am I without the hustle and bustle of challenges?