Off-script

Overwhelmed by the

Terrifying potential,

Hope tramples my fear

No troubadour

Photographs and memories

Things I look upon to see

How damaged I've become

But will I always be?

Phantom limb pain

The part of me that died

The glow behind your eyes

The warmth I used to feel

The worth I hoped was real

The love that burned within

This aching phantom limb.