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
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