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Alexis Jan 2019
Today I learned if you break your ankle you can still walk on it. 

Your body will take months to heal, but you won’t know it.

Your body does not cease to function

despite the fact that part of you has broken.  

I thought the body was fragile but often

a fracture disguises itself as a strain. Stranger, we haven’t talked

in quite a while. I miss you more than I care to admit.

Let me reintroduce myself. I am the postage stamp girl,

who only started sending letters again yesterday.

I am the spearmint gum girl, who you didn’t know in the summer.

If the swelling last for months, and in the end, it turns out to

not be broken, you’re supposed to go to physical therapy.

You stretch the pulled tendons, trying to mold

them back into shape, to fix where you rolled them out of place.

In all honesty, you confuse me. One minute 

you are so formal, all social cues and social norms.

At other times, in other minutes, you are

something different. That different thing softer and some how

both more shy and more confident.
This was not supposed to be about you, but I

can’t avoid the fact that you’ve worried me
lately. Worried me more than my potentially

broken ankle. Maybe you’re just tired, it’s that
time of year. Lord knows, I’m exhausted.

I’ve always been too stubborn to admit when
I’ve hurt myself. I say the broken parts are just a little

dented. I wish I could give you my confidence.
It might be false, but maybe it’d do you some


good. You are not an object of my pity,
I am quite sure you are fine on your own.

And yet, I want to show you that I care and so I tripped

head on into and not only knocked you over but scared you off.

Note to self: Mind the steps. With a hurt ankle and a magpie
for a heart, it’s dangerous to go walking into other people’s lives.
Pixievic Apr 2016
You ran & jumped & then slipped
Over Williams leg you tripped
Your ankle you broke
It is no joke
In blue plaster it is now zipped

But it's not all bad I say
You can still smile - don't dismay
I'll get rid of your shrugs
With plenty of hugs
And you can play Minecraft ALL day!!

(C) Pixievic
My son broke his ankle yesterday at school!! I wrote this to write on his cast :))
I was watching as the parade passed by
All the soldiers and the tanks
I figured that in some small way
I must go tell them "Thanks"

I worked my way throughout the crowd
To where the parade would end
And hopefully my small  "thanks"
Would get me a new friend

I watched as people finished
I got my words straight in my head
I walked up to a soldier
And this is what he said...

I am not a hero
Just a soldier, nothing more
I'm just doing my duty
As so many have before

I'm a soldier, not a hero
I am just the same as you
I'm just doing my duty
As I know that you would too

I shook his hand and said my "Thanks"
Then I moved away, unnerved
I had to tell him more...
Tell him that I'm glad he served

I turned and at that moment
I saw, a glint, a little sheen
Right above this mans left boot
Where his shin bone should have been

I went back on my mission
I had my words there in my head
He smiled, pulled his pant leg down
And this is what he said...

I am not a hero
Just a soldier, nothing more
I'm just doing my duty
As so many have before

I'm a soldier, not a hero
I am just the same as you
I'm just doing my duty
As I know that you would too

I shook his hand and smiled
Left him standing all alone
With a leg of polished metal
Where once before was bone

To me, he is a hero
And he will be 'till he's dead
I remember how he cut me off
And I remember what he said....

I am not a hero
Just a soldier, nothing more
I'm just doing my duty
As so many have before

I'm a soldier, not a hero
I am just the same as you
I'm just doing my duty
As I know that you would too
eliza bonnet Mar 2014
the unhealed wounds dance around our body
wrist
ankle
thigh
its just a matter of where you want it

untold secrets crowd our already crowded minds
confessions
secrets
lies
its just a matter of how you see it

and still people say its all for attention
when really
not a moment passes without self loathing

cutting is a silent cry for help
why can't people just understand

— The End —