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Day 91 – I Could Lose A Leg

There’s a chance that I will die today,
get mowed down by a semi, squished flat,
and there’s a chance that I will survive.
There’s a chance that they’ll have to amputate
one of my legs
but there’s also a chance it’ll be two.
And they should have to put in
a ramp into the library, for my wheelchair,
and who would love me then?
But there’s a chance they’d take me as
some sort of inspiration, that I kept writing,
and would publish my poetry at last.
There’s a chance that I would die fulfilled-
published, accepted, old, legless and happy-
and there’s a chance that I will die today.

There is also a chance for remarkable things,
beyond recognition, yet.
And why should I not believe that?

It is said that dreams are uncertain,
not to be held in a fist,
but what is there to hang my coat on in this world
if not the infinite chances, unknown?

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10 thoughts on “Day 91 – I Could Lose A Leg

  1. Pingback: Poetry Monday: Back to (somewhat of a) Schedule | Stark Writing Mad

  2. Reblogged this. I like the rhythm in this, as well as the meaning. There are a couple of interesting layers to it and I’ve been peeling them apart in the hour or so since I read it.

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