My Trainer

Nae's Nest —  June 14, 2012 — 7 Comments

One day, will you allow me to lean on you?

To take  slow, short walks into the sunsets

While I lean heavily on you?

One day, will you help me to regain my strength?

To do slow, tedious exercises

Designed for range and length?

One day, will you join me in a heated pool

To help me work out and maybe play a game?

And to warm me, if I get too cool?

One day, will you join me in a hot tub?

To soothe my aching muscles

Workout any knots, as you rub?

This is much more than a goal

It represents life!

To touch, to feel, to see, to hear

To laugh, to sing, to love and to care

To hold you, to say I love you

With you, my trainer

We make plans for the future

It means we kicked the ass

Of a life-sucking intruder

It means we survived!

The ultimate goal

So, one day

Will you be my trainer?

Will you accept this role?

Renee Robinson

Nae's Nest

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I find myself "Dancing With Cancer", problem is...I can't dance. I stumble, bumble, and get pulled along. To keep my sanity, (humor me), I write short stories, a journal, musings and poetry....just about anything goes.

7 responses to My Trainer

  1. 

    Beautiful 🙂

  2. 

    Nae, that is really beautiful! I’m sorry you are hurting….I wish I could take your pain away. I have been super busy trying to get ready for this gig and at the end of the day I let everyone down, ciest la vie. I tried to tell everyone I wasn’t ready and no one listened. Anyway, I am going to get those headbands in the mail but I need to ask you, are you more of a flower girl or a red hot chili girl cuz I can get headbands in whatever style you like….Peace to you sister, always, Jaz

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