Broken Ankle

My cast is like an anchor

Weighing me down

Keeping me a captive, awful burden

For far too many days and weeks

Nothing is simple

Everything exhausts me

And I must ask and ask and ask

For help

For so much help

I hate my crutches

And yet I love them with a passion

I just want my foot back!

To feel like it belongs to me

I want to see my own skin

And position my limbs as I like

Touch my foot on the ground

Step and stroll

Feel sand between my toes

Escape from this torture

And drive for miles

And just be free

But I will never be the same again

Metalwork and scarring

Will mark the spot forever

I just tripped

Just a tiny trip

Just a slip

Just