Pinkie Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

It’s been a month since I have written something that would rhyme
Because there was some painful sound inside my mind like a hymn,
So that I didn't get to focus on certain things I liked to do the most;
To be honest, this tragedy was because I jumped and that had cost
My little finger to hamper; even now when I think of the speed
How could I pardon the one responsible that day in the lead?
Might be an unanswered question because I've never asked
All I wanna do now is not to brood over, I was already masked
For about a month not doing anything I loved to do, well
It's not yet over as I have got to undergo the situation tell
For a few more weeks, I am glad my sprain has gone
But the pinkie is not ready for the number when on,
I am sincerely grateful to some people in my life
Who took turns to help me before, a little bit rife,
Now I am standing up and getting slowly on my track
And here now on the way I have got a lot more to pack
In the hastened train which brought along my days to lack
In my college life, and this new load of problems for me to crack;
I believe transformation might not be good if it is going to be bad
But now I can tell as you can’t change the past, no need to be mad,
Just have patience to look at your life differently and be confident
That you can wake up and sail strong once again to repair the dent.