ODE TO SHRAPNEL
Shrapnel scatters like whispered secrets,
Metal fragments born from fiery chaos,
They dance through the air, a deadly ballet,
Seeking flesh, leaving scars in their wake.
Once part of something greater—a shell,
Now splintered, jagged, and purposeless,
They pierce skin, muscle, bone,
A cruel reminder of war's relentless grip.
Each shard tells a story of violence,
Of battles fought, lives shattered,
And in their cold embrace, we find
The cost of conflict, etched into existence.
Yet even in their brutality, shrapnel sings,
A mournful melody of loss and survival,
A testament to resilience, to healing,
As we gather the fragments and rebuild.
John Flint
I want to thank Shrapnel, without them I think that my life would be very different. It took a long time for me to realise that starting to use a chair was not a step backwards, but that it would help me to do more of the things that I wanted to do.Because of my injuries, I am very limited as to how far I can walk, so having a chair to get around has made made a huge difference in how far I can goand how much I can get done before I am stopped by pain and fatigue. Before of Shrapnel I wasn't able to source the wheelchair that best fitterd my needs, which was well out of reach financially. Now that I have my chair I am able to go to more traning sessions and compete in more archery competitions than would have been possible without Shrapnel's assistance.
Photo © Sarah-Marie Flint 2016
I recently received a significant level of assistance from shrapnel. My level of independence has been increased beyond expectations. I also appreciate the level of compassion and discretion awarded to me during the brief application process. Thank you to you all.
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