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Every careless fist
or clumsy movement
becomes pain
refined over decades
a twisted diamond
every scar
a mirror of youth
sometimes misspent
the body keeps
an accounting
of every stumble
and wound
a thousand tiny ghosts
that announce themselves
on cold mornings
as the mind
gathers the armor for the day
girding every memory of pain
in steely strength – Caroline A. Slee m