(stand back… don’t just look…see)
Right in the middle of my step
A frozen pain within me lept
I reach behind to hold on tight
There’s no relief, what is my plight?
My mouth gapes open…Silent screams
Not one can help me now, it seems
Someone reaches… grabs my hand
Don’t pull, Don’t touch, is my command
With time and breath, this too will pass
Move very slowly… your no young lass.