broken leg poem

I love your poem! Isn't it ironic that a poem you wrote 15 yrs ago (and still have it) can be applied to the way you feel and your life today?

c was so wonderful, they gave me all type of stuff, support group info literature and a lot of poems. I liked this poem the best(i had a burial service for my baby and i read this poem and left a copy with a toy) Its called: Just those few For those few weeks- I had you to myself. And that seems too short a time to be changed so profoundly. In those few weeks- I came to know you... and to love you. You came to trust me with your life. Oh, what a life I had planned for you!

s Grief Connections newsletter and to put plugs in for my support group I have started at church. I thought it was a great poem and wanted to share it with all of you wonderful ladies... Just Those Few Weeks by Susan Erlin For those few weeks- I had you to myself. And that seems too short of time To be changed so profoundly. In those few weeks- I came to know you... And to love you. You came to trust me with your life. Oh, what a life I had planned for you!

5 years ago for 6 months i was absolutly unconscious now i feel very heavy in my right leg .i am doing physioyhrapy and sports and insist on this routin.but my sister(MSc in microbiology)says "you shoud not insist on doing sports you should work on your brain and try to memorize poem and so on. it will correct your body physically." Is she right ?

Wrote this poem to my mom after one of my really bad days.....not even usually a poem writer. Just kind of happened so thought I would share. Is there a phone in heaven, mom? I really needed you today. You always had that special way, to help make things OK. These symptoms make me wish some days, that I was up with you. But it's just not my time, they say, I have much more to do. I wish you were still here with me to help me fight this fight. I think of you constantly every day and night.

Someone said,"it's just a month, That you were oxy addicted, Oxy may have laid you low, But your addiction was restricted." "You see we here have no time, For one whose time was short, Although that drug is powerful, You have nothing to report." I say, if you haven't felt the pain, Of Oxy for a month or year, You' don't know how it holds your soul And fills your mind with fear.

I was in a half cast, basically on the back of my leg and below the foot for a touch over a week, so I was unable to move my ankle and leg and was on crutches. Then 2 days ago I went to the outpatients department and the doc took the cast off me and told me to start walking on it with the aid of crutches as it isn't the weight bearing bone. He said that the bone will heal by itself without the cast and even with me putting a bit of pressure on it.

I would like to share a poem I wrote when I was in a really dark place dealing with this when I thought I was all alone. I'm your demon within. The one who locks you in my Own personal hell. I'm the one who took your Innocence and shattered it all. I hear your pleas to me for Ending this insanity but I Choose to ignore your calls. I dance in your head til I hear your silent screams. Even when you sleep, I play horrifying, demented dreams.

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We have had many post a poem as a result of his poem....I am sure if u search this community u will find others...as his is very inspiring ....

You can write him a poem...I had a tricky poem for mine...I'm having a girl but I had my cupcakes filled with blue and I had a poem that was completely about boys...but at the end I had "and this is why I'm so proud to say...I have a precious baby girl on the way!!"....so maybe a trick poem?

~WHOLE~ It's all a blur. The people, the places... The names, the faces. I drank to much. I got high. What was I thinking that night? My stomach is turning in knots... A drunkard's belly, poisoned with clots. My soul feels numb. My heart feels weak. If I had a voice I wish I could speak. My heart is cold inside. I must put this aside. It's ruining my life. It's torturing my mind. The poison cuts deep within... As I surrender this heart of sin... Where do I begin?

I would like to dedicate comforting "Mother's Day" poem to my mom Catalina and all who have loss their beloved mother. I found it comforting and I hope you do too: If roses grow in heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my Mother's arms and tell her they're from me. Tell her I love and miss her and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile. Because remembering her is easy, I do it everyday.

s my story , i had a broken tibia and fibula as well i was trying tio help a female from getting beaten by his boyfriend , it was slippery oitside my right leg went forward and my left leg went backwards and my big ***( lol ) landed on top of my ankle and distored my ankle and broke my tibia and fibula , i went to the hospital where i stayed two nights then on monday i had to go see the bone doctor at the other hosiptal and told me that your fracture was a bad one .

yeahup I wrote this when I was having a really hard time dealing with my life and my medical "issues". It does seem incomplete. I kind of wanted it to end with the feeling that it wasn't finished. Like how some songs end on a note that makes you lean forward expecting more music, but it never comes. I know it made it seem a little more "dark" and not as positive as I normally can be.

Your poem is beautiful and meaningful. I have read it over at least 10 times now and what came to my mid immediately was the love my brother felt for his wife who passed away from lymphoma last year. Really hit close to home, but I guess we can all read a beautiful poem like yours and find relation to it. Please do write more as you have the opportunity.

Hi ..right leg broken severly after 7 months no improvement in bone..

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