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Jess Sep 6
Imagine a life
Stuck in your brain
You want to create the words to speak
But
They do not come
They do not form
They do not take shape
They do not roll on your tongue
They do not dance down your lips

They stay
Stuck
Stuck, in you forever
Imagine a life
Jess Sep 5
Mouth missed with every sip
Stains on a new jumper
Runs sprinting down a stocking leg
Bruises painting shins and knees
Always tripping up the stairs
Falling down the path
Doorways you can’t help but clip
Wobbling in every heel

Wishing you could just walk straight
But tripping, stumbling, stained and bruised
A clumsy but beautiful life
Jess Sep 5
Did you use your body too much?
Did you push and pull and jump and thrive?
Did you find limits and push them further than you should?
Did you say yes when your body said no?

I sit in a chair in silence with nothing but the birds.
I waste days away in nothingness.
I consume, I eat, I watch, I look.

I do not run. I do not thrive. I have never even tested a limit.

What does it feel like to flip over your head with your hands?
What does it feel like to let your body hang, the weight of you exisiting solely in your hands?
To run without pain, to breathe a smooth easy breath?

You, who did so much, and now you sit.
Not by choice. You thrived and now you sit.

By choice. I sit. I am.
But you were so much more.

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