Beginning again is hard

They say, and it is


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



A clumsy, quirky woman trying to pen down 90 different things she feels in an hour but is only able to articulate a single sentence that makes sense.