Alone and Concussed in Utah

Have you ever soared?

            Have you ever crashed?

I used to love hockey more than anything but now

I look at the ice and I     fear     it

It glares back at me, the purest white 

It dares me,     calls for me...

And it says

Have you ever ...

                Felt lost?

    Felt like you were in the wrong place

                    Wrong place, wrong time

                        Wrong place, wrong time

                            Wrong place, wrong *

Gone- wait, back in

Have you ever woken up?

I remember the gurney

The wheels shrieked as I rolled

I rolled and I was rolled...

  I went somewhere?

What?

Where am I?

They wanted to photograph my figure

    Make sure I was still in good operating condition

Make sure I was still able to do my purpose

            -- Did they care how bright the lights were? --

Did they ever care about

how bright the lights were?

No bleeding

No cracks, no repairs needed

Slipped out of the brace to go greet my...

        Who was there for me?

            Was anyone even there for     me? 

no.

Alone and Concussed in Utah

-*-

(I want to end with that most of this poem was actually written by me after I got my spinal injury/concussion at a hockey game, so if it seems disconnected it's because that's what concussions do to your brain :D)