Don't Call Me Lucky
I live with my injuries. People say to me,"Aren't you lucky!" And they don't understand Why my face suddenly freezes And my voice becomes tense. I can say I'm lucky I I so choose on any given day. But when others say it, I feel as if They discount my pain And don't recognize my costs, Counting me only alive or dead Nomatter how hard it may be To endure living. Some days I'm glad. Life itself is all that matters, And I savor it. But when I hurt to much, Or am told I won't fully heal, When I cannot work or play as before, Or feel i'm a burden to others, Then I don't feel lucky at all! I feel CHEATED!! Some days I even wish I had died rather than live like this, So don't tell me I'm lucky To only be injured. Tell me instead You are glad I'm still here, And let me know why, Tell me that you care about My grief, pain, anger, and adjustments, Tell me your willing to rehear My disappointments, loss and frustrations. And have PATIENCE while I learn to RELIVE. Then someday I can tell you How LUCKY I am-to have SOMEONE Who understands and accepts my SORROWS, And who also share my JOYS.. Written by: Dorthy Mercer I thought how appropriate for us the SURVIVORS. God bless all who do survive its really a GIANT SUCCESS to UNDERSTAND for ANOTHER. L. Wilson placed this here for others to think about.