Spinal Trauma

A cycle of poems «Traumatology»

As darkness seeps into my spine,
A sudden jolt, a cruel design.
Spinal trauma, a crushing blow,
Shattering dreams, leaving me low.

Oh, spinal trauma, relentless pain,
A prison my body cannot sustain.
Paralysis grips me, a cruel fate,
Robbing me of all that once was great.

My legs now lifeless, they refuse to move,
My arms hang heavy, I can't even improve.
Breathing becomes a labor, a constant dread,
As my diaphragm struggles to do what it's been bred.

Sensory loss envelops me,
A cold blanket, blinding me.
Touch, taste, and smell, a distant memory,
Leaving me trapped in a desolate sensory abyss.

Oh, spinal trauma, relentless pain,
A prison my body cannot sustain.
Paralysis grips me, a cruel fate,
Robbing me of all that once was great.

My mind races, but my body's still,
A cruel irony, it makes me ill.
Depression lurks at every turn,
As I grapple with this fate I've been forced to learn.

Oh, spinal trauma, relentless pain,
A prison my body cannot sustain.
Paralysis grips me, a cruel fate,
Robbing me of all that once was great.

Yet still, I fight, with every ounce of my soul,
Determined to reclaim some semblance of whole.
With hope as my compass, I will not despair,
For even in darkness, I will find a glimmer of care.