The Impacts

 

Always still jolted awake in the early hours of dawn, even if only I fall asleep 

an hour before.

I wake up, ice still plastered against my brow; 

  another "accident". 

My temple ridge, tender and ached 

  stiff, my face 

My forehead plate, going on two days 

 Inflamed 

as my nose begs of you 

"Not too close". 

 

Fell asleep icing the impact, 

  just another blow's repose.

Thank God, 

  Nothing broke. 

Not like the year and a half you took, 

When you thought the back injury was a joke. 

Just another accident.

 At least that much is so. 

Wondering though, 

Why it keeps coming to this? 

That is why I let him go 

Less accidents 

In the home. 

Somehow always 

At my expense.