The nature of this is a complex thing.
Life hurts; physically mostly,
but sometimes more.
Limbs fall by the wayside,
a jaw slackens,
and organs work only haphazardly.

But all this is countered
in some form or another:
there is laughter in life,
a new and evolving world
picks up where I fall apart,
and the pen is increasingly digital.

Yet I fear certain things;
a certain, specific incompatibility
with the world.
An embrace is always an ability away,
and a slow dance, a close dance
was never designed for me.

Still, today the pain
is only physical.
Today, I may live
and love
and embrace and dance
through others’ arms.

© Blake Leitch April 21, 2017

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