I remember when I was fresh and crisp like orange peel
now I sit and wonder "when will these aching bones finally heal?"
I used to be as strong as tungsten steel
now I'm realizing
I am my own Achilles' heel.
the records of my memory are quickly sealed,
pieces of myself are now completely concealed,
getting to them is like walking through a minefield.
yet still I tiptoe
through this treacherous land
it's so dark, I cant even see my own hands.
nevertheless I wander through the sands of time,
even though in this world I'm completely blind.
because I will not leave myself behind,
even in my current state of mind,
it is myself I will find.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
I remember when I was fresh and crisp like orange peel
now I sit and wonder "when will these aching bones finally heal?"
I used to be as strong as tungsten steel
now I'm realizing
I am my own Achilles' heel.
the records of my memory are quickly sealed,
pieces of myself are now completely concealed,
getting to them is like walking through a minefield.
yet still I tiptoe
through this treacherous land
it's so dark, I cant even see my own hands.
nevertheless I wander through the sands of time,
even though in this world I'm completely blind.
because I will not leave myself behind,
even in my current state of mind,
it is myself I will find.
being okay is harder than it looks.
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