Oct 2015
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I rise with a start and begin the routine
Waltzing down the stairs
And the pain is there
Like a beacon repeating
Stark and clean
In the October air
And the pain is there
Like a beacon repeating
But I relish, for now,
Each sprain and tear
And the warmth that awaits
And my lungs filled with air
Now each creak and pin
Make alarms sound within
But the pain is a friend
That will ward-off the end
With each crunch and stumble
I resign to the fumble
Iām thankful Iām here
Despite wince and tear
I lean into the pain,
The pulp, and the fear
^
I rise with a start and begin the routine
Waltzing down the stairs
And the pain is there
Like a beacon repeating
Stark and clean
In the October air
And the pain is there
Like a beacon repeating
But I relish, for now,
Each sprain and tear
And the warmth that awaits
And my lungs filled with air
Now each creak and pin
Make alarms sound within
But the pain is a friend
That will ward-off the end
With each crunch and stumble
I resign to the fumble
Iām thankful Iām here
Despite wince and tear
I lean into the pain,
The pulp, and the fear
^
(M/Rochester, New York)
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