I Want My Reality On a Gradual Basis

You want this high or low?
'What? '
The blows of reality,
I am prepared to hit you with.

'Will they be painful? '
Let's just say,
When it happened to me...
I was glad to have been knocked out.

'Why? '
When I finally revived...
I was no longer excusing my limitations.
But it took several blows to my head...
To get some sense knocked into it!

'Make my blows low.
I can deal with the pain.
And I want a slower process.

I want my reality on a gradual basis,
To come to me.
I am not quick to adapt to changes.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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