I slipped in a rush and then down some stairs.
I slid with my back, now it's under attack.
My body, it screamed and my heart, it leaped.
My eyes lost the count and my ears sowed and reaped
the discord of my feet that weren’t underneath
my two legs, my two hands, or my two heads.
My two lungs lost the time and I felt in my mind,
I am falling, falling, falling down to disaster.
So there I did wait for the crash, for the break.
For the shatter, for the moment, for the ache, and the hate.
My leg is in two, and tidal of pain
is all I can see; except for the bone, the other bone, the blood, and my grief.
And that’s when I knew that the stairs and the concrete
and the handrail and the caution signs
were all for a purpose; to keep me on my feet.
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