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I fell countless times

As a child in the midst

Of foolish play.



I have numerous scabs

On my knees to prove it,

Places I picked on

Trying to relive

Juvenile memories.



I didn’t realize it then

But each time I fell-

Another knee scrape-

Meant I was one more step

Further from childhood.



I look back now and that

Simplicity has vanished;

It’s been replaced with

Permanent scars that I

Keep hidden rather than

The scabs I displayed proudly.



I still fall but now I know

No one will sweep up

My broken body in their arms.