Broken Limb



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 

  • Author: Sunshinethoughts (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 6th, 2020 10:53
  • 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
  • Views: 21


  • Clara

    Such depth of sadness behind these words...

    • railasunshine

      Sadness is an unavoidable part of life, but it is just one part.

    • Saxon Crow

      Some wounds never heal. But they remind us how strong we are. Thanks for reminding me through this poem

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