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Dec 2020
This isn't working for me
this gaining of pain
this that comes
with the gathering of years
my body is not responding
the way I wish it to
- a jump on a trampoline
- a fall on the rocks
Both knees scream in defiance
of my youth
and it frustrates me
when people say,
You are not a child anymore..
What are we but overgrown children
waiting for an adulthood that
seizes the day and shrugs childhood
off of its shoulders
like boulders needing to be overcome
I will remain young in my heart
as my body becomes a bag of bones.
Chantell Wild
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Chantell Wild  south africa
(south africa)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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