Heavier Than Steel, Lighter Than A Feather

They told me I was broken:

My arms unable to survive

And I heard them crank the saw,

Caught the glimmer of it's silvery blade,

Braced myself for the sound of pain

Readied myself for the loss of flesh--

Dead weight can only hold you down...

So I laid there, drowning in my own tears

Anticipating the loss from which I could not heal,

Agonizing--

Time stretches on

And the sound of the saw fades--

I hear doctors' voices,

Muffled in my stupor,

I hear them talking, hear them plotting:

What to do with the broken human?

Then the poking and prodding begins,

No reprieve from my suffering

Not a moment of silence or an ounce of peace...

But for the sound of the drill

There above my shoulder drilling

And the hammering--I feel them pounding

What more suffering can I endure,

I'm already broken...

Tick, tock, I pass the hours slowly

Until at last the mayhem stops

And there hangs an unusual weight 

A tremor of pain from sore shoulders.

There lies something new 

A replacement for broken flesh--

My eyes catch the glimmer of green

Soft, beautiful green, glittering with gold

Caressed by the gentle touch of blue,

I see feathers flying free,

Hanging in place of what use to be...

Beautiful metallic wings, 

Crafted a top metal arms and metal joints--

Yet they move with my thoughts,

They bend at my whim

And I know, now,
They are part of me...