I Lost My Leg In a Dream

Two nights ago, I lost my leg in a dream.

There was an explosion.

I remember shrapnel.

I remember a lot of metal.

I couldn’t stop bleeding.

I was lying on the ground, with my knees up to my chin (rather, one of my knees up to my chin), holding my legs (what was left of them, at least).

I didn’t cry.

I was in pain but didn’t show on my face that I was in pain.

I looked up at the sky.

I saw myself with only one leg

and I thought about how grateful

I should be that I have two of my legs now.

I am so sad.

I am extremely sad.

However, at least, I think of that dream

and I know that I should be glad that I can get up

easily and take my walks.

I can walk while listening to music.

I can sit up, I can stand in the shower without a problem,

I can use the toilet without trouble,

I can walk up and down supermarket aisles

with ease.

Yet, I am still somber. I am sad.

I am so sad.

I am sad but I do remember how I lost my leg