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Sprained
Pop and a crackle
A dreadful noise you hear
When ya leap off the bike
Onto the pavement below
As the pain begins to settle
While the wheel slowly spun.
Aching and groaning
Crying and whining
Hyperventilating and panicing
These thoughts rushed through my mind.
Was I gonna be alright?
Was my foot broken?
Will I ever work
After this dreadful situation?
All wrapped up and iced
I elevate to keep it circulated
Pain throbbing as the swelling rose
Thumping and bopping like a drum.
At least it wasn't severe
It was a baby sprain
That hurt like getting hit
Straight in the face.
Now I sit in my room
Healing up as best I can
Improving each day
So I may walk like a human
Without limping like a zombie.
I learned a lesson that day
Never go out with a bike
With a faulty right brake
Unless you want to bail
Ending up with a sprained foot
And riding your way to the doctor.
Copyright ©
Megan Ryan
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