Concrete Skin

Waking up like a statue, limbs that won't bend Isolating each, exhausting the energy I have to spend Like a rusted tin man, waiting to be oiled Or a piece of spaghetti, waiting to be boiled I feel like clay, needing to be kneaded I'm so damn tired, but I won't be defeated Working on each joint until I can stand From neck to toes, each finger fanned It's not too cold now, but my hands are still blue Drenched in sweat each dawn, like icy morning dew Time passed this way awhile, but I'm a lucky case Getting back to life at a fairly steady pace A pill to reverse my hardened concrete skin To stop the setting before it can begin A whole community of people with the same More common than I knew and I'd never heard the name Walking for the cause now that it's June Because I am able, in hopes others too, will be soon