From an outside point of view it is just a knee brace.

When I see and think I-

I see a time capsule

Holding the memories of growth and determination.

Just seeing it I get put back to what feels like an alternate universe 

That was the past

It consisted of deep reflection and release of emotions

Something, I don’t always do, even when needed most.

I found myself angry and hurt during this time

Knee brace may be the object but relationships, courage and growth:

Is what it became.

I remember the time we parted,

Cold, wet, rainy,

Kinda how I felt at the beginning of the awful injury

But that day emotions were different 

I was done being the girl injured,

I was done letting it hold me back.

I put the work in

I was stronger 

I was better

It is a part of me but it’s in the past.

It sits in a closet growing dust 

While I am out living, growing and being me.