All my life I believed in hope, of spreading joy like a wildfire and hoping that one day the feelings of pride and accomplishment would consume me.
It wasn't until the Friday before my 17th birthday that I realized that life comes in waves.
t h e f i r s t w a v e
a blinding white light, the first moment of your life as the doctors rush to check your tiny heartbeat.
t h e s e c o n d w a v e
breathing in solid air before soccer practice, glancing behind you to see your parents waving at you, then turning around to see a ball flying towards your face. One broken nose later, the worst has passed.
t h e t h i r d w a v e
After one bad night of drinking you find yourself curled in a ditch, your legs numb and the only thing on your mind is how lucky you are that you weren't wearing your seatbelt, and that being thrown through the windshield saved you from flying off the bridge and into the chasm below.
The way that they tell you that for a few weeks your entire lower half will be paralyzed, tells you that maybe your life needs to turn around.
YOU ARE READING
Waterless
PoetryIf music be the food of love, play on. All the worlds a stage, and two players will dance with each other to make them weep, laugh, or shout. Anything for approval. Dance with me unto night and I will kiss you unto daybreak.
