“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
Click
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.