JOttVerse

Shoes on wires, where stories hang without warning.
Some mark loss, some mark pain, some mark what was taken.
What did those wires mean where you grew up?
Did you ever know the story behind a pair?
Or did you just look up and understand anyway?

Two years rebuilding after strokes that tried to take everything.
This poem lives in the grind—PT, gym, panic, repeat.
I fought for every step, every word, every tomorrow.
What would you do if your life became recovery?
What’s one fight you refuse to lose right now?