Weary is my body from a day of work on my feet.
Trapped is my tongue, unable to express my physical anguish.
Quivering is my spirit, immersed in an endless cycle.
My damaged body howls for redemption,
These feet of mine ache like clockwork,
forcefully stepping towards my destination.
These joints of mine relentlessly grind together,
scraping each other down.
My anxiety topples over my brain, pounding against my head.
Illness has become has become more recognizable than wellness.
Daily life wears on my body; drags me along the pavement,
scraping my skin as I go along.
The scars never fully healing.
Heal, heal, heal. What I'd die for, what I'd live for, yet,
what I can never fully grasp.
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