I was sad at first
And in ways
I guess I still am
Retracing my life
What made you leave?
Was the defect in you or me?
I started life at an easy jog
Instead of teaching me to run
You stood back, breaking a limb
I no longer jog like others
I walk with a limp, a little behind everyone else
And you hold the brace to fix me
And the more I limp
And watch people around me run
I get angry
I don’t want the stupid brace
I am who I am
But you made me this way
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Author:
Sunshinethoughts (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: You never know what wounds you leave when you choose to walk out. I’ve been crippled my whole life.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Such depth of sadness behind these words...
Sadness is an unavoidable part of life, but it is just one part.
Some wounds never heal. But they remind us how strong we are. Thanks for reminding me through this poem
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