Sometimes poetry says it better than trying to string sentences together. Today is one of those days. Here I try to explain how it feels to having to adjust to having a prosthetic leg
Part whole, part gone.
It’s tough to describe
What it’s like to
Have a removable leg.
I remember the foot,
No phantom sensation.
At the end of the day,
A leg suddenly lighter.
I remember two feet,
The convenience of it.
My new unique
Slowly starts to belong.
Weird with it on?
More weird with it off
In truth, as I start
To embrace the new me.
Some days, just attached,
Some days, the real me.
Transitions begin
To a new identity.
Slowly, oh slowly,
The change underway
Mind and body
Will be one, once again.
© Melanie Ryding
