Beginning again is hard
They say, and it is
Indeed
Beginning to learn
To walk
With a prosthetic limb
And a broken spirit is
But what is harder
Is giving up
Giving up on the smile
My father
Had when he saw
That the accident had
Taken my feet
From me
But not the girl
He taught to walk
Even after she fell
A hundred times
The girl he took to art class
Every day for 6 years
The girl that can’t hold a paint brush, now
My feet cannot come back
But what I have here
Is a father that would go beyond life
To see me walk again
And for that
For him
I will begin again