Monday, November 27, 2017

Rehab Two

Some people are good
And sturdy. Others can leave
Really easily.

I just manage to break things
And rehabilitate them
A bit, again and again.

My brain finally accepts
It’s kin to my skeleton,
As twisted and scarred,

And that a moral x-ray
Would show badly healed fractures
Ignored, improperly set.

I won’t pretend that’s okay.
But I’m not leaving today.

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