Shadows On the Horizon
Strange - how one can know of a thing
yet not know it.
That I should perish someday is no secret ...
but how well do I know this?
My injuries before were always superficial.
A scar upon the surface
but no loss of function.
Now, my form has changed for the worse.
Not by much, perhaps, but such small changes
are the first stumbling steps toward the pit.
A small loss of enamel,
a thumb that may never bend as far as it once had done.
Trivial losses in the grand scheme of things.
But there is something utterly terrifying
in taking damage that cannot be repaired.
And the roads of tomorrow seem so much more
wreathed in shadow now.
31 August 2022
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