Complications I was made for (a poem)

In a circumstance
fell below
fallen down
shaken
not revived
tumbling down

A circumstance I fought for
I fought against
I surrendered without asking
and ended up
in the wrong place
so far from where I should have been
that I thought I was there

The years count down
but I don’t forget
I’m not the fighter
I should have been
she wanted me to be

(11 January 2019—posted January 12)


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