Occasionally I write poetry, because sometimes photos don’t (or can’t) tell my story. today is one of those days. I paint you the pictures and let your imagination fill in the details.
Snippets of memories from my two weeks in Dunedin HDU in the battle to save my left leg. Poetry speaks better than words sometimes.
Sometimes, when it comes to describing how I feel about this whole leg thing, less is more when words are used.
Sometimes we look at our wrinkles, the cursed grey hairs and hate the hand of time. But for some, growing old is a dream that will never be fulfilled. Be grateful, love each day and […]