Raw


Glue gets sticky,
Tape sticks to itself.
Stitches leave scars,
And memories on a shelf

Slings are a struggle,
Casts weigh you down.
Crutches lead to falls,
And some time on the ground.

Pills ease the pain,
Crutch turns to limp.
You'll get back up,
You're never a wimp.

Travel on your knees,
Find where you're going.
Don't second guess,
Just push on knowing.

Stand up tall.
Keep your aid as a token,
That you've been through it all,
But you're no longer broken.

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