Poem: Obsolete

By: Clay Marcus Cosue

obsolete

Remember the bully who made fun of you
all the misery he gave you
I tell you eleven years from now,
give him the southpaw

You hated those mile runs
one shove and he made you eat gravel
like a cat, you flee
but life has no room for retreat

That time when mom would ask about your scars
and the time she ignored the new ones
agony is the lightning, and you are the iron pole
ao transfer this energy elsewhere

Dance will be your coach
teaching me everything I know
move your body to the rhythm of your heart
and feel the music ease your pain

Your visage will no longer be your priority
so stop hurting yourself
the mirror whispers lies, keep this in mind
you are brave

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