An ode to my fractured fingers

Before I lived
with broken fingers
I lived simply
alive never
breathing.​

Every day a limb lost
in the stillness
compelled. ​

My will quickly warns me
about my numb thumbs
seek out your extremities
let them grow
in stride
thrive. ​

I embraced the complexity of
my fingers and their coldness
scorching every breath
into madness
[SIZE=4]daringly.[/SIZE] ​

[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]I know [/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]my thumbs well [/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]their touch even more [/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]compulsive numbness[/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]except when[/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]they are[/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]yours.[/SIZE][/FONT][/FONT][/FONT][/FONT][/FONT][/FONT][/FONT]​

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[CENTER][FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]Then, [/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]there are more than ten [/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]so intensely living [/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]that I forget [/SIZE]
[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]to breathe.[/SIZE][/FONT][/FONT][/FONT][/FONT][/FONT][/CENTER][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font]

 

You have lots of inspiration.

Thanks for sharing your conversations.

A hug.