poem

 Bad Ankle

Rolled my bad ankle again

Chasing after a ball in high-soled

Shoes at a kid soccer game.

Such a dummy 

So stupid but 

I was just trying to help

The same way I keep 

Breaking your heart

Over and over again

In all the same old ways

It used to just get better 

With the passage of time

Now, a dull ache always  lingers

I don’t believe in the healing

Powers of time anymore

Too much damage has been done

There’s always surgery.

Clean it out, get it fixed or fused

But then I’d be someone else

Patched but no longer young.

I might be able to jog again

But I’ll never just 

Run 

5/19/22