that’s what this feels like

when i see your face, speckled, an apple varnish brows burrowed deep into your subconscious

you say this is left field, my feelings. misgivings.

you say I’m making it look easy, the road most traveled, the flow downstream – easy

like going downhill after an arduous hike

but you don’t remember my struggles

the trek up the triple black diamond trail

muscles strained push against the currants

blooded & black – wounds in various states of healing

when will it stop? I thought often.

i sit. for a moment.

and let you speak. because me? I hurt many monsoons ago.

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