ran blind

i stand naked before the mirror. full length and nothing to hide.
what do you like Me, what do you see? there is skin and hair

and hands, it’s always my hands. they’re not perfect, but
they’re me. strong and proud, prominent grip. i turn

them over each other, and examine their vein.
there have been times of fatigue, of weakness

and weary and anxious distrust, i know
it’s my hands, i can trust, that my grip

is as strong is as strong as ever.
yes, it’s me, linked fingers and

memories of scars, from
when i was young, and

ran free and
ran blind.


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