We were supposed to be different,
conquer the statistics,
be the anomaly, the success story.
Throw it back in their faces
when they said we wouldn’t make it.
Wrinkled hand in wrinkled hand—
See? See? No one said this could be.
No one thought this would last
(not that we bothered to ask).
But we lost the bet. 50/50
and we landed on the wrong side of the coin.
Stuck on the train tracks as the gates came crashing down,
bystanders staring at the wreckage,
no one offering to help.
What can I do to numb the aches and pains?
And most importantly, will I ever be the same?