My knee brace is my artifact,

and you might be wondering why,

well it's for a good reason,

because my dream could've died.

 

As I examine this artifact, 

I always see the difference, 

not in it's gray and black colors,

but its jobs of significance.

 

It was three weeks after 

the pain took shelter in my knee,

that I strapped it on tight, 

knowing it would set me free.

 

But not for long did it, 

it took my time and pace,

it took my hours and days,

it took a slap to my face.

 

A simple walk in the hallway,

a hard run at practice, 

it was never the same as before, 

and all I saw was darkness.

 

But out of that darkness came something, 

so real and so true,

it was a light of lessons learned,

that I still live up too.

 

Yes, it showed me pain, 

it showed me doubt, 

it showed me fear,

I wanted to take it off, 

some days I was in tears.

 

But it gave me hope, 

it gave me a certain will,

to get better everday, 

until it was fulfilled.

 

It was my best friend and enemy,

for the longest time,

until the day I took it off,

and I couldn't call it mine.

 

I look at it now, 

as it from my body it has resigned, 

it took me on a journey, 

that refined my mind.

 

It made me discover my great potential, 

lying deep inside of me, 

revealing the person that I was, 

and who I came to be.

 

In your eyes it may be,

a simple, medical device,

but for me it was support, 

that did more than just suffice.