Why Me?

It started, I was a kid.

The smell of the grass, and the smell of the pads;

The crude words yelled by dads.

It was lacrosse, just a game

But it’s where I made my name.

Right now, I’m still a kid.

Just different.

One fateful day, my life was changed

My anatomy, rearranged.

I fell on the field, my knees on the ground.

I heard nothing, no voice, no sound.

My ACL had tore,

No more chances to score.

So I ask myself;

Why me?

Because its life,

I fell victim to a surgical knife.

I was sewed like a shirt;

No more running in the dirt.

Looking back it’s not bad,

Look at the experiences I had.

At first I felt betrayed

But now, only amazed.

It changed me.

With a new knee,

And a new life,

I’m now prepared for any strife.

At first I was unfortunate,

But now, only lucky.

I ask myself once again,

Why me?

And the only answer I have is:

Because I was lucky.