I was born in the Soviet Union, and things were not easy for my family. I am an only child, and my
parents wanted to give me as many opportunities as they could so I would have a good happy life. After looking into some things, they decided we would all move to Canada. This was a new country,
and unlike Russia, would provide us with many possibilities .
The first few years for us were very hard. It was in Canada where I finally learned about the Cold War, and why many felt the need to call me a ‘commie.’
As the years passed, things became better for me, but not for my parents as they had trouble adapting to a country that was not theirs. So they placed all of their hopes and dreams on me.
I was intent on making a good life for myself. I worked hard, and received a small scholarship to attend the University of Toronto. After graduation I had my whole life ahead of me. This however
did not last long.
I have never once in my life had a problem with the law. I never did anything illegal and was a good citizen. My only fault was that I completely had my guard down when a young male police officer
decided to interact with me.
As a direct result of this ‘interaction’ I am now physically disabled for the rest of my life and spend about 99.9% of my day in bed. The ‘Special Investigations Unit’ was assigned and quickly made
it clear to me: I had no witnesses. It was my word against a Police Officer, so therefore it means nothing. I have no case. If I know what is good for me I will keep my mouth shut.
I have lost track of how many lawyers I’ve tried to contact. Because I am making such a claim against a Police Officer I am avoided like wildfire. I have no case.
The only thing I had left to do is to write about some of my experiences in the hopes that others can read my story and not be as naïve as I was. I paid an incredibly high price for my stupidity,
and I hope that I can prevent at least one other person from making the same mistakes.
This Is My Life Now
I would return to the way I once was
There was no question about it
Years have now passed
Things didn't go back to the way they once were
And I finally realized I would never return to the way I once was
It took 3 years to finally realize the obvious
It grew back
Time went on
I got older
The nostalgia and longing for my old life got worse
I looked out the window today
And the pain cuts deep
For me, the outside world is out of reach
It's there
It's real
But I am no longer part of it
I burry my face in my pillow and let the tears come
They always come
Every day is the same day
An overwhelmingly long day
The same face I see every day looks back at me
She frowns
At least I think that's what that facial expression is
A face that is held together with so much metal seems more robotic than human
My back hurts now, so I should lie down completely
That's also held together with metal
So are many other parts of my body
I don't have the strength to make a list of what's held in place with metal bolts and screws
I rest my bionic self in bed
As comfortably as I can
And sigh
Now that part is still human
Submitted: July 09, 2015
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a beautiful wise poem from someone that heard my pain quite some time ago your comment to one my poems helped me so much at that time you felt my pain and so to see you in this situation & feel your pain now .....may your caring heart and intuitive intelligent mind heal your body quickly. Have you heard of the artist/painter Chuck Close - check out his paintings and see the huge disability i think a stroke that he suffered not only did that not stop him painting but it pushed his creativity to genius i feel. Check out this link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5zXOSWRzwE
Thu, July 9th, 2015 11:33amI feel the tormenting pain this poem is expressing.
I sense the extraordinary strength of the writer.
I admire the way the poem has highlighted the human heart of a "bionic" woman.
And yes, I see the lovely hair in that picture. Is that you Criss? I love the color of your hair and I'm thinking having my hair colored the same. Smile :)
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Yes all of the photos are of me. A couple of months after the fall. I look at those photo now and it breaks my heart. I see a naive girl who knew in her heart that all she needed was to have the casts removed and she would go back to her life, just the way it was. This August will be 5 years since my fall. My life had never been the same. Not even close. But hey... on the bright side my hair has now gotten pretty long and I experiment with dying it different colors all the time. But I think I like blond the best :) Thank you so much Maria for stopping by and reading more of my work. I mean that from the bottom of my heart.
Fri, July 24th, 2015 4:54amThis is very beautiful, just like you. Keep breathing; keep writing. your struggles are not in vain.
Fri, July 24th, 2015 3:25pmCriss.. I can relate to the trauma of loosing one's life as we knew it Your words in this write hit home and I feel your frustration...Writing is the best therapy in the world,and it's free !
I have been using this therapy myself, expressing my anger/pain/aggitation and frustrations through my stories , poems and I have not served any jail time yet... look forward to sharing more with you...perhaps e-mail ? kjforce
Your emotions spilled through this poem and I could detect so many emotions. I liked how your tone of voice shifted that your dream of wanting for everything to go back to normal again collided with reality. I liked how you presented yourself in this poem and showed your vulnerable side. You portrayed yourself very detailed of being numb and feeling like an outsider. I liked how you went in detail with looking at your facial expression in the mirror, and it showed yourself in a whole new different light. I saw your pictures, and I am truly sorry for what happened to you. But keep staying strong! And keep on writing pieces about this because poems reveal the real you and I think some people could relate to this.
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WOW! Sadly, this was amazingly sad and poignant. It hurt me to read, as the pain and suffering went through is transferred with your words. You seem strong and remarkable person. Keep strong and keep trying everyday. Try to laugh when you can. I so sorry and sad this happened to you.
Thu, September 24th, 2015 5:45pmInspirational,and beautifully written
Sun, October 18th, 2015 3:07pmThis was sad and uplifting all in the same breath. Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Sun, October 18th, 2015 7:12pmWow! Criss you are so brave, talented and your writing is so beautiful. Stay strong, stay talented and stay beautiful. Trust me, you still have a lot of life left in you.
Mon, October 19th, 2015 9:50pmThat was depressingly beautiful.. I could never write something with this kind of emotion. Well done, you have true talent, and I look forward to reading more of your work.
Tue, October 20th, 2015 7:13pmYou can tell this is from the heart as it really evokes emotion when reading. One of my favourite poems read on here.
Thu, October 29th, 2015 9:45amUgh, no man. Why? This is sad. Too sad. Too much feels. I like this a lot. It's super great and emotional and I love it. I need to read more, like all of your other stuff now. Please do me a favour and read my story "Heartbreakers". Or really do whatever you want. I have no control over you. Just asking. Anywho, seeya around! ~DJ
Fri, October 30th, 2015 9:22pmI love your writing style, and how you can share your feelings over a simple screen on to the writer.
I think that is impressive.
I would do me great honor if you could read first chapter or my Novela and give me your feedback.
Criss really you are amazing. Pretending to be okay is painful but when you over come that pain I am sure it will change you totally perfect and okay. Human world and soul doesn't depends on their body it actually hooked with heart and mind. I usually say to everyone that thoughts can restore your life with all you want. Your line, things didn't go back to the way once they were...will make you away from happiness.... Yes I agree,
Things didn't go back to the way once they were but still it can be move to the better way which you might didn't get in those days...it can be possible only by positive thoughts.
No medicine and treatment can make magic except your mind and thoughts...
Reading your poems I need to appreciate your pure and innocent heart and mind. Just put them together to make your days happier than before.
I am looking forward for your future writings.
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You are right. I have been negative for a long time. I experience a lot of pain and do not have money for simple things like medication I need. But I need to start thinking differently.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my poem and for the wonderful comment. It means a lot.
Hi Criss. Very moving Poem. I lived in the Crimea from December 7th 2007 until the end of March.The Cops in America can kill and maim with impunity, therefore I was astonished that the City Police in the Crimea were Always so courteous and helpful. My favorite Russian word is Babushka. I love the way it sounds and rolls off the tongue. Dobre Den, Kag da La, Po shals da.I fully understand why you were so naive about Canadian Cops.I greatly enjoyed the Beauty, and Hospitality of the Crimean People and the way they Honored their Veterans from WW2. The Crimea had the Finest Champagne, Fruit Wines, Vodka and Delicious beers. I Never saw so many delicious Chocolates in my Life. The Big Grocery Store in City Center Simferopol has two 24 foot aisles devoted to Magnificent Chocolates. The Breads & the Foods were fabulous. I'll keep you in my Prayers.
Fri, November 13th, 2015 5:20am
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I thank you so much for your understanding.
I remember when I first came out of a coma, and began to tell the hospital staff about what happened to me they began to treat me very differently. Without my parents consent they would have a hypnotist come by and "give me a new memory." My parents were in shock when they found out about this and asked them why I would need a need memory. In return they were told that if they kept complaining and asking so many questions, their rights to visit me at the hospital would be taken away. As I write this I can't believe it myself.
Months later I found out that since I woke up from a coma and started taking I was also prescribed strong anti psychotics. My parents asked many times what I was on because I was acting strange and in return were lied to.
Thank you for such a kind comment. It really made my day. I have been visiting doctors this week so I am late to reply, and it warms my heart to know someone out there cares.
Very moving, never stop writing. Pursue your dreams at all costs, nothing can extinguish the flame of passion.
Sun, November 15th, 2015 11:44pmWow... I've never read something so beautiful. The emotion of it is simply stunning. Absolutely awe inspiring.
Sun, December 6th, 2015 3:25pmWow this is a very moving poem. I'm respect that you still have the will to write and so well at that. Very powerful, I am happy I ready this.
Mon, December 14th, 2015 4:58pmOh My God! that was so beautiful and the pain so real. I have respect for you and keep strong. Keep writing. I want to read more from you. I wish you the best.
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I think all I can say is that I have a huge amount of respect for you as a human being. This was beautiful and sad and hopeful and depressing all wrapped into one elegantly gorgeous poem. The emotion was raw and real. These words must have so much meaning to you as a person and I really felt something special when I read them. Right now, I just have to ask you to be strong. I know you must hear that a lot, but I think it's the most support I can give you right now... You're a strong woman. Stay that way. Show the people who doubt you and put you down that you're a better person than them. You're brave for writing this and you continue to be brave by living. Please keep writing and putting your feelings into words, because this was amazing. I hope to see some more poetry from you soon and I wish you the best.
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Thank you so much. That really means a lot to me. I really appreciate that you took the time to read this. Kind people like you give me a reason to keep going... even though a lot of the time I find it so hard... because one day I lost so much.
Thu, July 9th, 2015 2:06am