Round Circles
Frustrated.
Lonely.
Pain.
Trying to push the wheelchair,
With one hand,
Trying to walk,
One good leg.
Wanted to quit,
But couldn’t,
Had an example to set.
Much to my dismay,
Wheelchair kept going in circles,
Tried my hardest anyway.
Stumbling.
Limping.
Circumstances humbling.
Put my weight against the wall,
Thankyou for your gifts,
And for the calls.
Nurses running,
Stopping me,
Putting me back in place,
In that chair with round circles,
Then back in bed,
And giving me sh!#.
Calling me the most stubborn man,
they’ve ever met.
bad days are a double edged sword,
what taught me the most in life,
cut me to the core.
5/14/2018
Kale Brereton
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