I spent an age stooped beneath the weight of pain.
In order to extricate my atrophied bones.
I anchor sinewy flesh to the hold.
Long ago I gave up on moving the load.
The only answer became shifting the plane I was trapped upon.
Every atom, wavelength, and pole,
Reversed and floating to let me unfold
Where pressure had previously compressed and controlled.
Now I expand outwards to test the limits of my soul.
Feeling the stretch, but loving the burn.
I might collapse from exhaustion, but I am free floating,
There is no poundage to uphold.
You might think, what has melted away can never be reforged,
Yet I have been building myself up.
Day by day, hour by hour
Not identical, but in an entirely re-imagined, hand shaped form.
It may not be perfect, limitations riddle my core.
Mistakes pepper my flawed recreation of life.
It matters not, I find reconstituted fellows regularly.
With reformation complete we seem drawn, like negative ions, to positive.
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
Writing to sort the trapped ideas, and unsaid words left inside my mind. My brand is BlockWife. I am reselling, writing, and creating content on multiple platforms, check me out on link tree https://linktr.ee/blockwife
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