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Did you stop running?
I wonder of the skin of my elders
Some rough, some smooth
Some scarred, some bandaged
But no scrapes.
No small scabs littered across them/
/like a map of your brain
I have the same aches you do,
The same joints you do,
Your genetic diseases
But you have none of my scratches
Have you not played,
Not scraped a knee falling on the way home
Did you stop running?
I wonder of the hearts of my elders
Many scraped, many scabbed over
Some polished, some locked away
But none whole.
No change scatters through your words/
/like hope for the better
I have the same pain you do,
The same world you do,
Your genetic diseases
But you have none of my hope
Have you not fought,
Not bandaged your heart on your way out
Did you stop running?
#poem#poetry#my first actual poem like written out.#I think in poems and my words need to be translated into speech… I won’t do that here#thought of this one today after ruminating on why adults don’t have little injuries like kids do#even though im an adult and should probably know.#Chronnie writes
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