'Injured' Poem by Linda Winchell

Injured ankle, hobbling around
I won't let this get to me,
I won't let this get me down!

I placed myself in harms way
paid the price for that choice
my screems of pain were not heard
no one heard my voice.

Made me see how vulnerable I was
feeling so all small and all alone
just sitting in my bedroom crying
will someone hear my crying song?

No one came to comfort
so I laid in pain for now
then in came my husband screeming
'Oh My God and Holy Cow! '

I guess next time he goes out
in the back forty acers to shoot a deer
I'll send him with a walkie-talkie
so next time my screams will be heard!