me, as a kid

Playing with mud during rainfall,
Laughter ensues as gutters overflow.
Rollerblading with sizes too big,
Riding bicycles without hands.
Fallen on concrete floors with scraped knees
Heals with time moving slowly.
And then a golden retriever runs after you.
Your scared heart locks for a few seconds.
Don’t panic, it’s okay.
You love dogs now.
Despite gentle bones and breakable skin
Our lungs can carry our deep breathes.
End goal seeks no perfection,
Rather it’s stories weaving through
Thick threads and tight knots.

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