Creativity Rx

Twenty-minute walks two times a week 
A creativity prescription I struggle to fill 
I take a few steps and my body protests 
We cannot do this come the voices of 
My legs, my muscles, my lungs 

Surely you can’t not? 
Comes my mind’s reply 
Wanting to smother the fear 
That I have disabled myself 

But can they really be blamed 
My legs, my muscles, my lungs 
For protesting as they do? 
It is what I have always told them 
So now it is their truth