Didn't want to call it too early,
now it seems a world away.
I've learned that this ridiculous thing we call life will hit you hard in the face, then wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. Can't even remember when I last spent the whole week in bed, but getting the wind knocked out of me reminded my lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by band-aids or literature. It came together with the realization that, at my age, there wasn't anyone coming to save the day. But do I have to wear the cape all by myself? Because no matter how wide I stretch my fingers, my hands will always be too small to catch all the pain I want to heal. Believe me, I've tried.
