My life was a lot different to begin with in the beginning
I once thought I could float like a butterfly in the bright
skies
Ironically I have been forced to grow more down to earth
Forced to grow more down to earth over the due course of my
life
How things were all different once upon a time
Painfully I have to admit my dream can never be realised
That night my dream of higher living was exterminated
I was once as hard as wood but I have been broken down
gradually overtime
It seems like gradually over time I have been internally
eaten away by bites of a termite
Every day I used to live in fear that my dream would be
robbed from me
I feared that I would be stuck up and told to hand over my
dream gracefully
At night when I walked I looked over both shoulders to
protect what's mine
I remember at nights I use to look over both shoulders after
every six steps at least twice
Regrettably half of me still holds onto the days that I felt
free
Regrettably I have to admit I used to feel everyone was
essentially beneath me
It felt like I was the king of the ant hill and that I had
everyone working for me
It’s funny how things can all change in a day
It’s ironic that I’m now literally beneath them all as now I
feel as small as a flea
I always had the suspicion someone was out there patiently
watching me
Just out there patiently waiting for the best opportunity to
strike
Sometimes my mind plays tricks
But I could have sworn I saw a scorpion that night
I walked around paranoid that night as it felt all eyes were
on me
It felt like there were rows of eyes
Rows of eyes coming at me in the shape of a centipede
I looked over both of my shoulders as usual that night but
not out of fear
The only reason I did it essentially was to protect my dream
Essentially that’s the very reason I ended up here
Essentially that’s the very reason you find me curled up to
the side in a wheelchair
The first punch I saw but I didn’t move
When it landed on me the pain stung like I had been attacked
by a swarm of bees
As my memory serves me the sound of crickets drowned out my
screams
I screamed out because deep down I knew I had lost it all
that very day
Till this very day the pain fails to go away
I was laid out with my face down on the ground
I could have sworn I felt things crawl on me
I felt little legs trickling a little
Which if I remember right gave me the hibe jibes
I could have sworn I heard a centipede roll on by and laugh
at me
I heard and saw many things that night which gave me the
creeps
It was because of the pain probably
If it wasn’t I can’t stay mad at the centipede
The hardest thing I have had to do in life is swallow my
pride
It’s the hardest thing I have had to do
But I couldn’t go on living with what it felt like having a
beehive instead of a mind
What can I say it will have more legs then me anyway?
Truthfully I can say I remember that day like it was
yesterday
That day when he slivered up from behind
He slivered up from behind and landed some punches that have
realigned my life
As the punches landed the pain was like a worm
The pain felt like a worm which began to sliver down my
spine
The pain felt so bad my body froze up
My body froze up and I stood still as if I was paralysed
You couldn’t begin to imagine the pain that I felt inside
He had punched straight through me in the process shattering
my spine
All receptors flying around like a group of flies inside me
confined
His punches literally discombobulated my vertebrate
I was laid out all curled up like a slug on its side
I couldn’t feel my feet any longer
I could just about manage a little sliver and slide
This is only the middle of the story but you will know the
meaning of it in good time
At the end of the story you will see how I beat all the doctors’
predictions
Even I questioned myself and thought
How am I going to survive?
I spent most of my days questioning my condition
I even questioned them as they used words out of context
I could have sworn I heard them say they were going to
dissect me like an insect
They used big words out of context which literally made no
sense
The words played on my head but I could not allow myself
I could not allow myself to be caught up and trapped in a
spider's web
I found myself hallucinating as most of my days I spent bed
ridden
I didn't talk much so they thought I was illiterate in my condition
But little did they know that I was rather well read
Well books is something I have grown to appreciate due to
living a life with no legs
I once asked a spider in the corner to kindly borrow two
If only he would have shared
But unfortunately it seemed like his pride hand gone
straight to his head
Once again after a while I gave up but I refused to lament
I refused to talk
I refused to attempt to walk
What actually is the point of them suggesting I should
attempt?
I had to accept painfully I wouldn't walk again
I took out my inner pain on my bed linen
I accepted I wouldn't walk but to the pain there was no end
I thought to myself that I had fundamentally nothing more to
prove
So that fundamentally meant I had nothing more to lose
I not ashamed to say that I once lay side by side with my
excrement
All the flies flew around my head
All the flies were around me with smiles thinking I was the
new messiah
They must have thought I was a gift from God and that I was
heaven sent
I laid there face to face with faeces whilst trying in vain
to flip my position
I tried to alter my position as I couldn't deal with the God
forsaken smell
I gave up after a while as all I could do was smile even
with all the itching
I remember itching so much one night that I slid and fell
It made my skin crawl but I had to swallow my pride and ask
for help
I saw that the spider had withered away
Maybe the spider was a sign telling me that pride fails
prevail
I was laid there face down to the ground until I was helped
back to my feet
As I was helped back to my feet I had a new found feeling
within me
It seemed like the metamorphosis within me was finally
complete
I had finally broken from my cocoon so I could be finally
free...
