Part XIV<\/p>\n
In 2000 I fell ill, Why?<\/em> oh, beautiful poppy field,<\/em> – Michellia D. Wilson 08\/23\/14 9 PM<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Part XIV In 2000 I fell ill, literally\u2026 I had to be carried out of my apartment by two policemen, put in my sister\u2019s car \u2013 I never would have guessed I would soon be paralyzed from my neck down; what person ever thinks at…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":21,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3391","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3391","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/21"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3391"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3391\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3432,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3391\/revisions\/3432"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3391"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3391"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3391"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nliterally<\/em>\u2026
\nI had to be carried out of my apartment by two policemen,
\nput in my sister\u2019s car \u2013
\nI never would have guessed I would soon be paralyzed
\nfrom my neck down;
\nwhat person ever thinks at age 34 that she will be taken down?
\nIt was months before I made it back to my apartment,
\nwheelchair bound for years,
\nand now \u2013 2014 \u2013
\nstill cannot walk very well.<\/p>\n
\nwhat has God planned in all this suffering?
\nI cannot pay my rent,
\nmeat and fruit are luxuries,
\nno fuel in my truck,
\nI fall every day,
\nmy bones hurt to their marrow,
\nI cry every night,
\nand my brain works on halves \u2013
\nor maybe I should say bi-s,
\nmanic, sad, manic, sad,
\npills of all colors, bitter, nasty,
\nnone of this seems fair;<\/p>\n
\n take me away\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n