Stitch This

My eyes are declining
My body a mess
I stumble and stutter
So much I confess
But recently I find
I can and do fly
I glide and I swoop
And I don’t even try
I’m freed of that weight
The Marley chain drag
I don’t have that effort
I have no white flag
If I have an easel
A pencil
A pad
I run with the fleet foot
I don’t feel half dead
Adrenaline, energy, flow, lost in thought
It holds me and helps me
And makes me myself
Who knew this would happen
Who could have foretold
That one day
My daubing
Would rescue my soul.