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