A part of my journey

I was crushed to the ground.
Staring at the sky above me.
Thinking....
Why my legs feels weak and shaking.
Why my heart feels heavy and bleeds.
What am I suppose to do.
What am I suppose to feel.
Can my legs move and can I stand on my feet.
Can my heart heals and can I smiles again.
I move my fingers and touch my legs, feeling the muscles.
They are still good legs and still strong and firm.
Surely I can stand up on the ground though it's hard.
And I put my hand to my chest.
Feeling the heartbeat and the rhythm of my pulse.
Closing my eyes and looking back for the passion inside of me.
Surely it's somewhere inside never lost but lost in time.
It's just a part of life.
A part of my journey.