Crawling

Mountain of dreams,
Me crawling, discovering my surroundings.
Learching these hind legs,
Which will soon carry me high.

Painting a picture of who I am,
Disguised by dots and lines.
Playing in the park,
Laughing with friends.
Everything seemed so right.

Growing fast, nothing stopping,
I need time to rest these legs.
Hurting, so much pain.
Standing for years now,
I want it to all slow.

Fraile, old,
Lines of years,
That I loved so much, ever growing on my face.
The extra leg I have,
A helping hand with my pain.

Laying in the bed,
Hoping that everything, it would be ok.
I want to climb that mountain again,
Spread my wings and fly,
Into the ground, my grave.