TEN

TEN
My spirit has become vulnerable over the years, as my soul rages against the hardships and suffering that I’ve experienced.

Intense lightning flashes across my vision as I momently go blind with pain.
I start to cry as I wonder what did I do to deserve this punishment?
I look down to where my legs should be, and the only evidence I have of them are two deformed stumps that are still bleeding and hurting, even after all these years of being a cripple.
I shake with intense anger at what happened, I even hug myself to sleep at night, to feel comfort and normal, but I will never be normal again.

Quite often I imagine what it would feel like to walk, to run, to even step on a Lego piece. But those memories fade away from my headworld as I gaze into a mirror, to watch myself cry as tears stream down my swollen face, just so I could see my image as someone normal, and then I look down again at the nothing, at the absence of me.

It’s been a decade now since I fell to the floor, begging my wife to let go of me, so she would not fall with me and hurt herself, but I know she was already hurting.
I remember looking down at my twisted legs and my right ankle which is in an odd position as it had twisted right round, facing backwards with a gaping hole in my ankle, with my bloody white bone sticking out, peeking out a “Hello” at my twisted expression and painful face as tears stream down my face.

Ten years have gone by, as the pain is still there, not only in my mind but also in what is left of my legs, the physical and phantom pains that I suffer are off the scale that some days I wish for it all to end and I will be at peace, but my loved ones will never be at peace if I am.
So, I continue, trying on living what life I have left now.
I miss walking…I miss wearing socks…I miss the old Jason.

The End!