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Lament to a Working Body

  • mclaspires
  • Apr 24, 2023
  • 1 min read

Did you ever really exist? I’ll probably never know.


Was there a time before this? Could I ever keep up with the others?


Ever exist without feeling like I’m going to collapse from exhaustion at eleven in the morning?



A time where I could run and play with others my age. When everything was still bright and new


When pain and frustration didn’t influence my every moment.


I try to move on, accept my reality, but no one should feel like they need to grieve this.


A grief I can’t fully process for a whole host of reasons, but mostly because


I don’t think you ever truly existed.


Why couldn’t you have just stayed, or at least the illusion you existed in the first place.



Maybe I’d be a little more accepting of your reality, if you weren’t still a mystery to me.


If the future wasn’t always shrouded in questions.


 
 
 

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