The doctor walked in the room and said,
“Things don’t look great
but there’s a chance.”
at least there’s a chance.
Nevermind that I’m seventeen
and will be forced to use a cane.
Nevermind that my football scholarship
Nevermind that my girlfriend will walk away
now that I can no longer follow her
At least there’s a chance.
Eventually I’ll regain my ability to walk.
With some painful trial and error
and a sturdy peg leg
I should be able to walk in no time.
But not without the occasional stumble
over lives ruined and relationships lost
Or the knowledge that my leg is gone.
Or knowing that the she-devil that did this
got away with a few minor scratches.
I bet she doesn’t even think about me
If she’d been paying attention
she wouldn’t have hit me.
If she hadn’t hit me,
my car never would’ve swerved off the road
If my car hadn’t slammed into that pole
my leg wouldn’t have been crushed.
If my leg wasn’t shattered
I’d have two legs.
If I had two legs,
I’d still be a miserable person.
My parents would still be divorced.
And my brother would still live out of state.
I’d still feel lost in this stupid town
full of dense people
I’d still have no clue how to get out of here
or what to do with my life.
I’d still cry every night
because even though I hated football
so I could have a conversation with my father.
I’d still hate myself
for all the stupid choices I’ve made
I’d still be a terrible person.
at least I would be able to walk.