The Amputee

My body misses something
it once relied on
like a leg extending support
perhaps a voice proffering comfort

a breeze wafting solace
or a welcome shape appearing by surprise,
steps away, or as a shadow
at the edge of sight.

something felt but no longer there
present only in brain cell function
a part of me cut off, burned through,
acutely painful in its absence.

*******

Heart in hibernation
loathe to accept resources
once offered in abundance;

taken, if not for granted,
if not as birthright,
then with high expectation;

now limited, now different
now hard to recognize as gifts
from the same infinite source.