“The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.” – ERNEST HEMINGWAY

When my thigh bends

Towards the light

It reveals a thousand

Stories; mostly untold,

Sometimes rehearsed.

I bend at the elbow

And my bones


More often than not.

You see the exact moment

The light turns out

And the body accepts

The fate it has never,

And always,

Prepared for.


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