Sabrina ,
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it's morning, the room is already full of sunlight
outside birds sing in harmony
people cross the streets in hurry
and I'm still in bed
...
sometimes I stay by the stairways
only to observe people going up and down
I don't want to go through them
I just want to remember things I did so many times
...
we share the same body
but you won't answer my calls
in search for your forgiveness
I write you this letter
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friends hanging out
drunk people driving
cars on high speed
big crash came by
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the pain that paralysed me at once
made all sensation vanish
all motion stop
and imprisoned my soul
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the afternoon in the park
birds singing on the trees
I stay by the jogging road
waiting for my friend to arrive
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I get up from bed
I go to college
I reach something on the shelf
I go to work
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once so gorgeous on high heels and miniskirt
dancing all night long
looking beautiful as birds mating
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get up from bed
use the restroom
go downstairs for breakfast
run to get the phone
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I wake up in the morning
I sit in my bed
I take the covers away
I see my legs still asleep
...
because I got hurt
my legs are powerless and won't walk again
rehabilitation is hard but necessary
exercise to regain some strength
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the time since my life changed
made me live in a different way
now I do things the way I can
and I'm almost used to everything
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I cannot talk, there is a tube through my throat
I cannot stay awake, the pain is too strong to handle
I cannot walk, my body is all broken
...
A friend comes to chat
I cannot get up to talk to him
Please, sit by my side
I don’t want to look up all the time
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Sabrina , Biography
i am not really a poet and english is not my native language, i wrote those lines to show a little about myself. - In 2007 I was in a party with my college friends, we had too much to drink, and when the party was over I went to the car where my drunken friend was driving. He crashed the car. Three friends died that day and I broke my back, now I am a T4complete paraplegic. I cannot walk nor feel anything below the injury, I need a wheelchair to move. I was devastated with this huge lost and I didn't want to accept the reality, I even tried to kill myself. I wrote those poems as a rehabilitation exercise, you can see my mood swings and acceptation process, still a work in progress. I hope some day science will give me back the use of my legs or at least make the world a little better for disabled people.)
The Best Poem Of Sabrina ,
Every Day
it's morning, the room is already full of sunlight
outside birds sing in harmony
people cross the streets in hurry
and I'm still in bed
I'm awake for a few minutes now
but I didn't stand up yet
my legs won't help me do what depends on them
they are dormant in a deep coma state
unsuccessful try to wake them up again
they look atrophied from the lack of use
skinny for the muscle loss
indifferent to the world
I cannot stay here all day long waiting for a miracle
I look to the weelchair beside the bed
I look to my lower body, still apathetic to me
I will not keep this lethargic inertness!
with the arms I put myself on the seat
one leg falls from the bed before I could catch
I know it hurts but I cannot feel the fall
I have to take it by hand and put in place
footrest loaded
hands on the wheels
now I can start my day
without those useless legs
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4/25/2024 10:01:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You're a brave lady Sabrina, to be much admired. Bless you, Jerry