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The Weight of Injuries Unseen
The wallpaper exposes its rivulets
that with callused fingertips I trace,
collecting the hours one by one
as they pool into the shape of a day.
The skin knows the seasons are changing
as layers, like wallpaper, peel away.
And my two feet will hold me steady
where I once (only weeks ago) swayed.
The mind is like a pendulum,
two selves desperate to reconvene.
And I wonder if it will always feel this heavy
bearing the weight of injuries unseen.
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