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Blind to my legs

I awoke that morning in a strange bed,

bandages covering my haired head.

Confused, I felt extremely high,

it felt like my soul could fly.

Looking around I was alone,

those drugs made me stoned.

With my mouth, I thought I spoke,

I believed my throat, was broke.

Not a sound from me came out,

I had to forcefully shout.

Still not a sound was heard,

not even one of my words.

There came a nurse in a rush,

telling me to speak quietly and hush.

Explained that I was extremely high,

but refused to explain to me why.

When the doctor finally showed his face,

around the room a determined pace.

It was when his pace was dead,

turned and he straight forward said,

“You were almost dead when you came in,

right away your surgery did begin.”

“Your legs we took they had died,

save them, for hours we tried.”

This took me into a defensive stance,

at my legs I would not glance.

Have that view etched into my mind,

to my known legs, be blind.

My acceptance with was hard to agree,

still asking the question “Why me?”

Now I wheel myself around each day,

sitting legless is now my life’s way.

Today wishing he told me I was dead,

still remembering those words said.

What I saw

How do I explain what I saw that day,

it was something that caught my eye.

How do I express the way I want to say,

in the below lines I will carefully try.

That day was warm and full of light,

the sun overhead, its bedtime beginning.

The shadows stretched across my sight,

the night the shadows were bringing.

I sat and waited on my cars heated seat,

looking across the cemented lined lot.

Watching the cars pass on the street,

contemplating leaving the parking spot.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash,

reddish green, a blur, it was going fast.

A loud sound indicated a vehicle crash,

caused by the reddish green blur that past.

I intriguingly listened to the screams.

Watched as bystanders were yelling,

pulling at the doors working as a team.

This scene to my eyes so compelling.

It took them a short while to break in,

pull the injured out and move away.

Sitting watching I wore a grin,

watching them save lives that day.

That day what I saw was hope,

strangers helping each other out.

Its meaning covers such a large scope,

of what us humans are all about.