A rather personal poem today, as I reflect on those sickening moments when I lost my balance, and just felt myself fall so swiftly, out of control, and in the process fractured my shoulder blade.
Tumbledown
I am spinning round and round
Into a world of shock and pain
Breaking apart, a fracture plain
And standstill: as I hit the ground
Falling head over heels, downed
A shockwave travels to my brain
I am spinning round and round
Into a world of shock and pain
Arm in a sling, restricted, bound
As if trapped by heavy chain
Into a world encircled with pain
I well recall the dreadful sound
I am spinning round and round
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