I remember while you are away .
Between Bone And Breath
There was a moment
when the world split
metal screamed,
time shattered,
and I fell into a silence
that did not feel like silence.
My left leg
once a quiet companion of distance and dreams
became a battlefield.
A subtrochanteric fracture,
a distal fracture of the femur
words the doctors spoke calmly
while my bones whispered fire.
Pain was not a cry.
It was a country
I was forced to live in.
I learned the language of ceilings,
counted cracks in white hospital walls,
measured nights
not by hours
but by pulses of ache
climbing from bone to breath.
I missed walking
the way deserts miss rain.
Missed standing
like a tree trusts the earth.
But inside the breaking
there was something
that did not fracture.
Hope
stitched quietly
like metal plates under skin.
Courage
screwed deep into the marrow.
I am not only
the accident.
Not only
the shattered femur.
I am the slow rising.
The trembling first step.
The stubborn heartbeat
that refused to surrender.
Yes, my bones broke.
But something in me
refused to.
And that
that is how I survived.
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Author:
Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM: I'm a big fan of poetry, literature, and different forms of art. Composing poems is the only outlet for me to express my feelings and cope with life's ups and downs. I devote my spare time to writing, performing, and enjoying poetry at different events and slams. The peom was written on the fourth of January 2026. This was written in the shadow of a life-altering accident that left me with a subtrochanteric fracture and a distal fracture of the left femur. In those moments, pain was no longer just a sensation—it became a landscape I had to inhabit. The poem was born from hospital nights, from the stillness of ceilings, from the quiet war between endurance and despair. The title reflects the fragile space I lived in: between what was broken in the body and what remained unbroken in the spirit. “Bone” represents the physical fracture—the sharp, clinical reality of injury. “Breath” represents survival, presence, and the invisible strength that continues even when the body cannot move. I chose to keep some medical language inside the poem because trauma often arrives in technical terms. Doctors speak in diagnoses; patients feel in metaphors. The poem bridges these two worlds—the clinical and the emotional. More than a poem about injury, this is a poem about resilience. It is about discovering that while bones can break, identity does not have to. Recovery is slow, trembling, imperfect—but it is still a form of rising. This piece stands as a testament: I was broken, but I was not defeated.
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