I Stepped On A Rusty Nail

I was fevered

Leg was swollen up to my knee

Black spots on my toes

I took drugs

I healed

I got more days

Lost no toes

I am grateful

The sun looks brighter

People seem more delicate

Their stories seem more important

I was sitting waiting to see the doctor

My fever raged

A mother ran in

Said my child is going into surgery

Said I need to see him

Because it might be the last time

I cried for her

I cried for me

I cried for the size of it all

Then I understood

What I didn’t before

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

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