She used to walk down the street
not thinking anything unusual,
feet gently greeting the ground
with every step.
She swayed in the breeze
and danced through the street.
Never would she have thought
a staircase and a cup of coffee would change her life forever.

On an average day of work, she
Checked on hospital patients daily.
She went up the stairs to check on someone,
coffee had spilt on the stairs and no one bothered to clean it up.
She fell down the flight of stairs, landing on her left foot,
Forever damaging all the nerves in her foot.

Now restricted, raised above the chest
lies her foot, dead
blue, black, and red.
Pain races through her like cars on a highway.
laying in wimpy, white sheets, with doctors
all around with puzzled looks on their faces.
Trying to figure out what’s wrong with her leg,
with blood slowly oozing out it.
Looking as if it went through a tree sheddar
Days pass and she still lay there in white sheets.
Weeks pass and yet she still lay there.

Three weeks later they are still stumped,
no idea what is causing this to her leg.
With no idea, they send her home to sit,
in pain, yet  in the comfort of her home.
The pain increases, until it’s unbearable.
She once again finds herself in wimpy white sheets.
Doctors decide there is no cure.
Two weeks pass till she meets her home again.

Home, with an iv puncturing her skin,
Pain medicine races through her,
Hoping to decrease the pain.
knowing there is nothing she can do,
she ignores the pain, and puts a smile on her face in order to move on.

She hobbles
through the store, and through life.
Pills, at least twenty a day, drown her inside.
She, holder of pain, yet never shows it
knowing she will never walk normal again.
Never gently greeting the ground,
with one foot at a time.
now she slaps two crutches and a right foot.
Trying not to touch the left foot on the ground,
she stands tall revealing no pain on her face
for all those who too hide the pain, and
push through another day.