2018
I don’t know if it happened quite yet.
The tinkering that caused the roar.
The gruff feeling in my mind.
I think it happened around that time, maybe.
The diagnosis came at a funky, furious time.
I languished and laughed.
So the year became memorable.
Not from swimming on the beach or anything.
No, not a beach.
Or anything gentle and nice.
The first year.
The year everything felt scratched up…
I do have that diagnosis now.
A nodding feeling.
I didn’t do much that summer.
In 2018.
2018.
I got torn up laughingly good.
And so that year imparted a piece of itself.
So I’m thankful.
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