Sonnet 309.28 – Adjustment Disorder


Sonnet 309.28


They said my body would not be the same.

My stride would shorten and my reach draw close.

Sweaters I loved would hang loose on my frame

Positioned to keep my scars unexposed.

I was prepared for the changes of heart

And soul, knowing some days would remind me

Of how I lived with the sum of my parts

Intact and remembered nostalgically.

What I failed to predict was that my home

Would withhold all my sources of comfort.

My piano, my chairs and each stepping stone

Would forget how they renewed and restored.

There’s not a part of this house that’s been changed

But to this altered body it’s grown strange.


Adjustment Disorder with Mixed Anxiety and Depressed Mood

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