The Curse
Faith in other people, ever fragile, shatters
Faith in other people, ever fragile, shatters
I make my bed
Then sit down, winded, in my chair
Wondering if this is what’s ahead
Old before my time
Shuffling into nightshirts
Creaking as I climb into bed
Thoughts steal sleep
My life in pieces
Flashing through my head
The curse leaves me
With gratitude for each breath
Even as childre…
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