Written in the cord
that tethers your leg,
in the wreathing bandages
that wrap your wounds
Are words of deeper hurt
That rise up, tremble unbidden on your lips
But remain unspoken
for fear of their power.
Words of frustration and of anger
Words of incredulity and pain
In their prison they cry out
desperate for release
but echo only off the hard walls of your mind
And there is no place to go,
no desolate mountain top
from which to scream away the hurt.
This was written while my partner was recovering from a serious accident that nearly took his life. His bravery in fighting his way back is ever an inspiration to me.