Bracing for Retrieval
My knee brace is my artifact,
and you might be wondering why,
well it's for a good reason,
because my dream could've died.
As I examine this artifact,
I always see the difference,
not in it's gray and black colors,
but its jobs of significance.
It was three weeks after
the pain took shelter in my knee,
that I strapped it on tight,
knowing it would set me free.
But not for long did it,
it took my time and pace,
it took my hours and days,
it took a slap to my face.
A simple walk in the hallway,
a hard run at practice,
it was never the same as before,
and all I saw was darkness.
But out of that darkness came something,
so real and so true,
it was a light of lessons learned,
that I still live up too.
Yes, it showed me pain,
it showed me doubt,
it showed me fear,
I wanted to take it off,
some days I was in tears.
But it gave me hope,
it gave me a certain will,
to get better everday,
until it was fulfilled.
It was my best friend and enemy,
for the longest time,
until the day I took it off,
and I couldn't call it mine.
I look at it now,
as it from my body it has resigned,
it took me on a journey,
that refined my mind.
It made me discover my great potential,
lying deep inside of me,
revealing the person that I was,
and who I came to be.
In your eyes it may be,
a simple, medical device,
but for me it was support,
that did more than just suffice.