Poem about a scooter accident in 4th grade.
It’s like my whole body is bleeding.
My whole body is crying, screaming for help.
My dad’s standing over me.
I know he’s upset.
I can just imagine the look on his face.
“How could this have been prevented?”
Hmm, I don’t know,
Maybe if you hadn’t made me take my eyes off the road?
Maybe if you hadn’t distracted me?
Maybe my legs wouldn’t have gotten twisted,
Maybe I wouldn’t have fallen head over heals;
My entire body coming down
My arm the only thing stopping myself.
I try to stand,
My knees wobble.
I fall back to the asphalt.
My red retainer,
Although usually blue,
Popped out onto the ground in front of me.
The salty taste of blood.
The impact crunched my chin into the ground
The dirt stings in my wounds.
I was sure I died.
I was stuck in shock.
I didn’t know if I would stand again,
It’s the worst feeling.
My purple scooter,
Flung to the side of the path.
I hear my dad say to passing bicyclists.
My knees scratched and bleeding
My arms feeling ready to fall off
Cuts in my chin that will take so long to heal
Sour smells of “extreme cleanliness”.
Turning my hand over and over.
I can barely move my wrist but I know I must.
An orange cast on my arm,
For the next three months.
Red lights on that September morning.
Driving to school on that first day of 4th grade.
Sitting in the front seat, thoughts going over and over in my mind.
No more writing,
No more P.E.
It won’t be easy.
My scratches and cuts have healed.
But I will never fully recover.
- Tianna Schneider