"waking Up In Pain"

I lay on this surface with my eyes closed tight..
My body feels frozen but outside my eyes it's bright..
I can't move my legs and my arms are so cold..
A blanket up to my neck which I'm not able to unfold..
Beeping sounds all around my head, faint voices but
I can't hear what's said..
Every part of me feels restrained, but where I am is
closed and well contained..
My eyes start to flicker as this scene opens a little
clearer..
My Mom and Dad standing over me with dried tears
once filled with fear..
I was in a car crash and broke my leg, and a
line of stitches placed across head..
This hospital room will be my home for awhile,
while pain sets in as my tears hit the floor tiles..
A year of therapy to learn to walk, and some scars which
cause much talk..
Now years have passed since my car hit that pole,
which I pass every day but now it's only a story to 
be told...

For "The Edge" contest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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George   Avatar
July 20, 2010 at 3:25 AM
Congratultions on your win in John's contest, Micheal. Lainie
Brown Avatar
July 19, 2010 at 7:09 AM
Congratulations Michael on your well deserved win in John Heck's contest "Edge". Love, Carol
Sweetheart Avatar
July 16, 2010 at 3:02 PM
Congrats on your HM my White Knight in John's Edge contest with this marvelous creation.. enjoy your wonderful honor ..forever.. "Sweetheart"..goodies on the way as of today.....
Neels Avatar
June 27, 2010 at 7:47 AM
Different approach to the fear concept, love the way you make the reader guess how badly you were injured in the accident at first.. All the best with your entry rgds Wilma
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