It wasn't a stroke of luck but one of misfortune.
it almost robbed me of my independence
It knocked me off my feet for a while until I learned to walk again.
I used to feel that my movements were graceful, now I feel clumsy and awkward.
I long to run.
In the stroke of a second it froze my fingers above the keyboard making typing and communication difficult, laboured and error filled.
Like the loving stroking of a cat it warmed my heart revealing to me the treasure I have in my loving and supportive family
Perhaps it saved my life alerting me to a serious blockage I had in an artery
Just one word tells it all
These lines were created in response to the words,one word, which is this week's prompt at One Single Impression. For more poetry on this theme please visit the hosting site.The one word I have chosen is stroke.