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Unrecovered

No one has ever described me as gentle and sweet
but there was a moment when I think
I could have gone that way.

I think it happened
that Summer between
junior and senior high.

I don’t recall the circumstances
of my pivotal moment, or why
I instead went coarse and cold in seconds.

I just know that I started that next year
ripped up inside and as I scarred
I changed. 

Neither compassion nor sweetness
lasted long in me. I was a child, then
I became machinery

and chewed at the world and ripped it
as I had been ripped. I tore through
my lifetime like a paper shredder.

I kept the scraps. I can puzzle
them together to try and find a meaning
that was clear once and now is 

damaged and obscure, or
I can toss them up in the air
and say it’s a victory celebration

for my triumph over the past but either way
I’m lying. There is a hole
in my own definition and I fill it with lies

because I don’t want to know
how I got this numb and careless.
There was summer full of sun

and swimming and being
young the right way,
and then there was fall

and I became a darker kind 
of young which has led me to
this dim age. You describe me

however you want. Once 
I could have been called
gentle and sweet.

What I am called now
whatever was left to me after 
that forgotten crossroad.



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