Thursday, July 5, 2012

Day 30 - Righteousness (poem)

RIGHTEOUSNESS

My knuckles are battered
and bruised
after tackling the heavy
bag with no gloves.
It seems the hang
of it I thought
I had,

I didn't.

Skin flayed off surprisingly
weak joints. Tweaked
wrists turned on
occasion, what should be
ramrod straight
and firm as steel
instead buckles like a toddler's knees
taking those first
few steps.  Pain

will remind me
this simple task
isn't.

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