Fractured bone, fractured pride
Aches with every move, every stride
Dependent on others, a bitter pill
Hard to swallow, a helpless will
I want to be strong, to stand tall
But pain and limits, they enthrall
Tasks i once did with ease and might
Now feel like mountains, impossible to climb tonight
Asking for help, a difficult plea
A struggle to surrender, to set me free
But others reach out with kindness and care
Their patience and love, a gentle air
I see their efforts, their willingness to aid
A reflection of their love, their trust not misplaced
Yet, I wrestle with feelings of guilt and shame
A sense of burden, a weight that's not my aim
But maybe, just maybe, I can learn to see
That its okay to need, to receive graciously
Their help is not a weakness, but a strength
A testament to love, a bond that's lengthened
I'll ride the wave, this season of pain
Trust that I'll emerge stronger, not in vain
For now, I'll take a deep breath and let go
Let the kindness of others, be my guide , my flow
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Author:
Nicole Pritchard (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is something I am struggling with right now. I fractured my arm and how I am seeing so many people come out to help me in my time of need
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