WANTED FOR MURDER
Sameul Avalos Gallardo
Sameul Avalos Gallardo
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Don't Call Me Lucky
I live with my injuries.
People say to me, "Aren't you lucky!"
And they don't understand
Why my face suddenly freezes
And my voice becomes tense.
I can say I'm lucky
If I so choose on any given day.
But when others say it,
I feel as if
They discount my pain
And don't recognize my costs,
Counting me only as alive or dead
No matter how hard it may be
To endure living.
Some days I am glad:
Life itself is all that matters,
And I savor it.
But when I hurt too much,
Or am told I won't fully heal,
When I can not work or play as before,
Or feel I'm a burden on others,
Then I don't feel lucky at all!
I feel cheated!
Some days I even wish
I had died rather than live like this.
So please don't tell me
That I'm lucky
To only be injured.
Tell me instead
You are glad I'm still here,
And let me know why.
Tell me that you care about
My grief, pain, anger and adjustments.
Tell me you willingly rehear
My disappointments, loss and frustrations.
And have patience while I relearn to live.
Then someday I can tell you
How lucky I am - to have someone
Who understands and accepts my sorrows
And who also shares my joys.
Dorothy Mercer
I live with my injuries.
People say to me, "Aren't you lucky!"
And they don't understand
Why my face suddenly freezes
And my voice becomes tense.
I can say I'm lucky
If I so choose on any given day.
But when others say it,
I feel as if
They discount my pain
And don't recognize my costs,
Counting me only as alive or dead
No matter how hard it may be
To endure living.
Some days I am glad:
Life itself is all that matters,
And I savor it.
But when I hurt too much,
Or am told I won't fully heal,
When I can not work or play as before,
Or feel I'm a burden on others,
Then I don't feel lucky at all!
I feel cheated!
Some days I even wish
I had died rather than live like this.
So please don't tell me
That I'm lucky
To only be injured.
Tell me instead
You are glad I'm still here,
And let me know why.
Tell me that you care about
My grief, pain, anger and adjustments.
Tell me you willingly rehear
My disappointments, loss and frustrations.
And have patience while I relearn to live.
Then someday I can tell you
How lucky I am - to have someone
Who understands and accepts my sorrows
And who also shares my joys.
Dorothy Mercer
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