Smaller

My world got smaller

my handwriting

my voice

my walk

my spirit

my balance

the space in the world I take up

It crept up on me — this slowness did

in micro increments

(those are big words for small and slow)

until it arrived with a name

And then it became BIG

and scary

and I didn’t want it

But now I had a face

a reason for the smallness

and so it became what it is

I may be smaller, slower

but I’m still me