Involuntary
I drag my past around like the empty half of an iron shackle
Clanging behind me while the other end cuts into my ankle
Despite the crud and blood and junk it’s accumulated
Over the years, it doesn’t seem to slow me down
Sometimes it feels like it’s attached to another person
And I’m responsible for all the dead weight
Admittedly it’s a much heavier burden now
But I move as fast as I did when I was 26
Over the years I’ve developed specialized muscles
To power this steady forward progress
They’re involuntary, like the heart,
And they can’t be used for anything else
11/7/24
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