I was numb,
but I felt the gentle line you drew
across my skin, blade slicing deep.
You stretched me open,
revealed my patched bones,
unscrewed the metal holding me together.
Oh, you sewed me back together,
taped over the black sutures,
and here I lie, propped up against realities,
hoping for the best.
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It sounds so lovely and metaphorical, but it’s literal. 🙂 Successful surgery this week to remove the plates and screws that repaired my broken fibula last January. The screws were working out on their own and causing a fair bit of pain. Looking forward to returning to regular, pain-free mobility very soon!
Shawn L. Bird 
Aw.. that was strikingly beautiful. There is pain and hope I can feel. A gratitude too perhaps to someone who succeeded to hold it together. 🙂
😉 Thanks, Uma.
Damn! I was hoping it Was metaphorical. Dude.
lol
It will be good to walk again without pain.
That is a powerful poem. Thank you.
My pleasure, Jim. Thanks for stopping by so regularly!
Hope your calf muscles are on their way to working as they ought.
yes, and ankle flexion is there. I don’t like the >>crunch<< that occasionally erupts for that ankle now, but things are looking very good.