Hemz vs. ~Lady Fiya~

Battle Type: Topical

Topic = Coping with Amputated Limbs

30 Lines MAX
No Crew Votes
No Recycling
No Biting
No Bullshit

Good Luck, due tonight 30 minute check in.. and due by midnight.

The next day...

I'm lying in the hospital bed, staring in shock at the bandaged stump
In a daze at the day of my accident, caused by a minor speed bump
But the car seemed to think differently, as it careened into the trees
Airbags exploding like fireworks, the collision scraping my mother's knees
But in the back seat, life is different, and it seemed Ford has made a mistake
Crash causing my arm to break, only because she forgot the brakes
And the seatbelt, my own guardian failed me, snapped like a twig
And my arm caught in the door... the DOOR!... I'm not sure how I'll live
Why do I have to be hurt like this? Why can't bad things come to a bad man?
Why do I have to write this journal entry with my non-dominant hand?
Why do I... losing my train of thought, all I can focus on is the game
Watching it played right in front of me, knowing life will never be the same
My scholarship useless, my ticket to "the good life" having been snatched away
I've come to realize it was all a lie, dreaming of being the Jordan of my day
Forget my girl, my family, without my left hand, nothing is right
'Cuz no one takes their gifts for granted, until that gift is out of sight
No one understands my plight, no one can really conceive my struggle
My body lost one left hand in the crash... and my spirit felt it double
Thinking how everything was fine up 'til then, how this could come to be
And then reality hits me on my diagnostic: ICU Patient - Registered as Amputee

The day before...

The trees pass us by in a blur, as I sit at the car window, watching
Coming up on the road on the way to my game, reviewing my shot blocking
Two more games and we're in the season! I'm confident we will win
Seeing my beautiful spot shot soaring through the air, watching it spin
Marvin Gaye on the radio, my mother singing the words out of tune
Looking up at the 5:00 azure sky, taking in the beauty of the quarter moon
Then all of a sudden, a bump, car spinning out of control, smacks into a redwood
The world rocks, my arm locked in the crushed door, head hitting the hood
I wake up suddenly, and pain explodes, wondering what the crash did to me
Yelling out loud, tears streaming, I look over to the left...
And the rest is history.

Coping With Amputated Legs

*Setting/Realization*
Lights flicker above my body, my eyes suddenly open to a wide space
I saw my face reflected in the bulb that died out, I can’t recall this place
Or which way I entered, I just seen four blank walls… a swinging ivy
Right beside me and this white bed, reason why I’m here? It might be
That the dream of me having an terrible accident has really happened
I told myself I wouldn’t drink last night, how many glasses did I hit?
I tried to forget and began to lift my body and felt restraints on my arm
Similar to the ones on insane patients, I had a few bruises slightly charred
Then my leg had a sudden itch, I shook the sheets off so I can get to it
When I glanced down..there was a wrap.. old blood had seeped through it
I felt my nerves jerk back and forth, at the bottom half of my missing limb
I wanted to get up and woke again, involuntary I screamed nurses can in
Grabbed my arms as I yelled “Let me go!” All I heard was my heartbeat
Some guy in a light-blue suit entered and gave me a shot giving me peace.

……..

*Leaving the Hospital*
I spent a week in that room, I was told the situation.. why my legs are gone
I thought of how I would never dance again.. how I can’t spend nights alone
Doctors gave the ok for me to leave, go to my house in a wheelchair tonight
From the original four-wheels I totaled in a horrible accident that one night
I can’t drive, my brother takes up my wheelchair wasting a good ten minutes
Just to take me home, another 15 minutes to set it back up like the beginning
I can’t open the door, I felt like a midget looking up to the door knob.. No reach
I have people waiting on me for just about everything, what’s life without feet
Every morning I awake to vigorous shaking because my legs still exist in spirit
And give me harsh seizures, more medicine given like clockwork to ease feelings
I can have to learn to jump on the countertop to get a clean glass just for a drink
...but I reminisce on the day that started it all, driving unconscious I can’t think
Of how and why a loving God would let me exist with such a cruel punishment
But then again I respect the fact I’m given a second chance so I’mma run with it
Lord tell me how do I go out in public again, He says “You have a testimony to tell”
I met the devil, the car I put down to the pedal could have sent me straight to hell

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