Your impulses robbed me of my childhood. 

Your explosions scared me half to death.

Your spinning wheels brought me to tears,

And my tears caused more outrage, so I stifled my breath.

 

Yet somehow in the midst of your rage

You were never the monster.

Somehow in the sea of frustration 

I still craved your love.

Somehow your smile took away

All the fear and depression.

The injuries would never deter me

From rising above.

 

I've been burned so badly.

I've been shaken up.

I've been cut so deeply.

I've been forced to slump.

I've been made all foggy.

I've been made afraid.

Life continues to escape me, and

My limp slows down my pace.

 

I need crutches to get back up.

I need a wheelchair to move around.

I need a cane just to feel where I'm going,

Barely perceptive, my face hits the ground.

 

Stumbling, crumbling,

Utterly fumbling,

Hitting all the marks at record speed,

As I'm tumbling.

Mountainous faces,

As I bounce they prove jaded-

Perhaps my downslide smoothes them

For the next skier's fall.