A Long Dreadful Month

It was basketball season

and without a rhyme or reason.

During this Bishop Ward game

my hip was never the same.

As I extended my leg out

she hit me and I let out a shout.

Sweat rolling down my red beat face

I got back on two feet with grace.

Finishing the game in excruciating pain.

In my head hoping for only a sprain.

I put the cold ice directly on my hip

but Saturday practice I couldn't skip.

Next Tuesday's game was not fun,

I lasted a whole three minutes and I was done.

The pain in my hip and tears on face began to flow.

Thats when I knew the doctors is where I had to go.


Doc said its swollen with some angry red inflammation.

He went ahead and prescribed the strongest medication.

A long dreadful month it would be

with absolutely no court for Olivia May to see.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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