Housing the memories of past injuries
They lie against the grey wall
Not in use…….at the moment
Just waiting for the right time to jump in
And be the hero again
The two metal assistants helped me walk
When I sprained my ankle
And fractured it once
Twice
Three times
I was warned to stay off of it
to prevent surgery
I owe them now
These objects that saved my life
They haven been a third and fourth leg
When my second was useless
All the injuries
Now hide safely in my crutches.
Which wait quietly in the corner