Firewalker (A Short Poem About the Monkey We All Carry on Sore Backs)

turns out
i’m not
the only one
with
sad pain
humming red
memories
of
the past
and its
bumbling missteps
and
its
misread triumphs, no
as it happens
we all
live
and learn through
puddles of fire
to dance
or

burn.

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