Something so innocent
A source of squealing delight
Giddy, skidding children
Fearless, wintertime fun
Naked eyes cannot see
What lies in wait, silently
A callous capability
To bestow misery and pain
A simple walking motion
Forgotten; now replaced
By muscle memory
Flashbacks of fear
Snapping bones
The curtain of agony falls
Over failing vision
And starbursts of pain
A waiting room
Tears masked by shock
White walls surrounding
My darkest thoughts
Weeks of disability
Twenty-four hour targets
Mini-goals struck off
The calendar of hope
Metal foreign bodies
Unwanted but necessary
Twisting and crunching
Coaxing bone to heal
Constant snowfall
Temperatures dip
Imprisoning me
With my fear
I see your mean spirit
In certain sunlit angles
I catch you mocking me
Silently glistening
No matter; one day
I will conquer you
Broken, not beaten
The door will open
I will be that child
Skidding once more
Tears of fear will
Break into laughter
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