Little things

I can imagine myself in a marathon running, or walking in the park with the sunset so stunning,

I can see myself, feeling the  sand amongst my feet,

Leading so sort of band or retreat,

I close my eyes and imagine me walking a mile,

Without no pain and struggle, while,

I’m able to run free and making strides ,

Knowing I’m strong  physically running tides,

Some day I’ll be able to run up a hill ,

Balance on one leg and stand still,

Wake up and jump up and down,

Without my smile turning into a frown,

I’ll be able to stand and not feel pain,

In sunshine and in rain.