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You were always skinny. always turning away always hiding your face always twisting your frame You were always more than skinny, not quite thin, not frail not flimsy but more than just skinny. Turning to the side, I saw you; as the light caught my eye, I lost you in between the rays of sun you hid, as invisible as a smile when one’s back is turned. You disappeared, you folded in on yourself, you were more than skinny; you were a magic act. Now we see you- now we don’t- and that’s the story I’m sticking to. And years passed, and time ran by, and seasons turned and so you grew, bulky and strong and proud in the torso, capable in the arms, different to the eyes of those who paid no attention. But to me you never changed. Shoulders, still bowed, like broken wings folding inwards; Neck, still twisting, escaping, Face still shadowed, still turned down to the ground always turning away always hiding your face always twisting your frame Never straight. You were always skinny, so easily bent, so easily silenced, so easily spent; so strong yet so tired, wired for work but never for play. Any day now I expect you to turn and disappear between the cracks of the sunlight, like a sheet of paper evades real existence, you will evade my persistence, my insistence that you could be more. More than just skinny, more than frail, more than flimsy, more than strong, more than broken, more than fixed; more than lying. You were always skinny, always two steps behind; but you were more than just skinny in my mind.
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Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 12:42 AM UTC
More Than Skinny
You were always skinny. always turning away always hiding your face always twisting your frame You were always more than skinny, not quite thin, not frail not flimsy but more than just skinny. Turning to the side, I saw you; as the light caught my eye, I lost you in between the rays of sun you hid, as invisible as a smile when one’s back is turned. You disappeared, you folded in on yourself, you were more than skinny; you were a magic act. Now we see you- now we don’t- and that’s the story I’m sticking to. And years passed, and time ran by, and seasons turned and so you grew, bulky and strong and proud in the torso, capable in the arms, different to the eyes of those who paid no attention. But to me you never changed. Shoulders, still bowed, like broken wings folding inwards; Neck, still twisting, escaping, Face still shadowed, still turned down to the ground always turning away always hiding your face always twisting your frame Never straight. You were always skinny, so easily bent, so easily silenced, so easily spent; so strong yet so tired, wired for work but never for play. Any day now I expect you to turn and disappear between the cracks of the sunlight, like a sheet of paper evades real existence, you will evade my persistence, my insistence that you could be more. More than just skinny, more than frail, more than flimsy, more than strong, more than broken, more than fixed; more than lying. You were always skinny, always two steps behind; but you were more than just skinny in my mind.
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r-saba
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r-saba
Canadian
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 12:42 AM UTC
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