Trapped

You’re sick

She told me

I starred at her blankly

What do you mean….I’m sick?

She didn’t respond

Simply turned away and took notes in my file

Walked outside

And never came back

 

I remember the days I could get up whenever I wanted

Just roll out of bed without a care

Go down and eat whatever I could grab

Lounge in front of the television for hours

Or play on the computer

But never read

That was the last thing I wanted to do

To stay put

To be held back and not move for what seemed like hours

That was what reading symbolized for me

A trap that should be avoided at all costs

 

Middle school,

Judgmental times

No more watching television for hours on end

Playing on the computer

But more reading…a lot more

Slowly I fell into the trap

Till one day I got my foot caught

And then the other

Soon unable to escape

 

You’re flatfooted

What does that mean?

You have no arch, you feet hurt when you run

And your ankles twist when you walk

Which could be dangerous, and could cause an easy sprain

Yeah, I’m in the trap now

I was stuck on the couch

Left alone to read

Eh, it’s only my feet

Could be worse right?

 

You’re sick

The words rang loud in my ear

So loud I didn’t even hear the nurse call to me

Telling me it was time to go

I didn’t bother to ask

I hate being tied down

I had fallen deeper into the trap

Unable to escape it now

My parents can’t help

All I can depend on is what I read

Only to discover that reading is my only escape

And the way I fell into the trap

Was through creation

And not knowing enough

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[Dalebear]

I like this poem has so much power behind it