Poem: Sprained Ankles

You run along casually chasing your dreams, 
Until an inversion sends you flying, 
Skidding on the ground, 
Stopped. 

In that way, sprained ankles are misfortunes: 
They come unexpectedly, without warning, 
Without waver, 
And only through crutches may we rise again. 
Sprained ankles… life. 

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