My pain is a reminder,

A reminder of the joy of being free from fear,

Of being young,

Of the roar of motors being pushed to their limits.

We were warriors,

Racing for trophies

Or maybe a few bucks here and there,

But almost none of us made it.

 

And now I am broken,

Carrying scars

And pins

And pain.

 

But how can I let go of the pain?

It is part of who I am,

A constant reminder of my youth,

When I lift a hammer,

When I try to run,

When I walk,

When I drive,

When I ride,

When I sit.

 

My pain is my reminder

Of my frailty,

Of my mortality,

Of my strength.

I carry it with me,

And it makes me human.