All my life I've strived for strength, whether it helped or harmed
And cultivated its varietals, both those tender and their cousins hard
I have so hated being helpless, despised every place I had a lack
Have loathed every day as "novice", or as a burden on another's back.
Brought low now by reparation, by mending sinews needing time
Able to do only so little and chafing at each stone-drawn line.
Halting at any moment to take more care than I would choose
To affix a clumsy exoskeleton before I can begin to move
For my legs shake and are feeble, like a womb-wet foal
Awkward now in gait as well as nature though poise has been my lifelong goal
Impatient, frightened, relieved, determined, I can't claim to be just one of these
Here my experiences fail me; can't I just do as I please?