poetry

contemplation

looking back now

is not the same as

it used to be.

what was a symptom, what

was a sign that things

weren’t okay, what

could I have done

to not end up here?

some things are inevitable

but I can’t help but wonder

if my failures

if my fractures

could’ve done anything

but drown me.

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