Life by Robert Porter October 24th, 1997 Copyright © 1997 To the leave covered forest floor I fall. The sensation of bending, breaking bone I recall. Swelling inside the cast, crushing pain. Since then my life has not been the same. Operations, doctors and casts. Each one thought to be the last. Bone scans, exams and x-rays. Each was thought to show the way. Crutches, braces and wheelchairs. So many ways to use stairs. Insurance, prescriptions and bills. Trips to go pick up the pills. Sleepless nights, I despise morning's light. I go through life half awake. I keep working for my families sake. Shopping trips we used to make. The long walks I used to take. The soccer teams I used to coach. Now, from me, life demands a different approach. It dominates my life, fills me with strife. It exacts a toll, and taxes my soul. They see me standing, but the scars are hidden. They see my smile as the pain is overridden. They ask how is it with good intention. I hoped the topic would escape mention. It is life's lucky ones who cannot see. They think life is perfect as can be. It is not my fault this happened to me. From this body my mind wishes to flee. But there are others I see, alot worse off than me. For what we have we need to be grateful, For life itself is a miracle.Birth sign: Not entered
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