twice daily
it feels like healing
and earned
but then I come home
curl my body into a ball
clinging to pillows
wrapped in a
sweaty blanket
I forgot to wash
before I left
less like rest
still the same
damn discontent
this is the truth i tried to forget
these are the shapes I must find to make the pain lessen
my life as origami
my hope is
that one day
hope
will be
unnecessary
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