Week 5- broken bones & trampolines

 Week 5- broken bones & trampolines

Tampa, FL, 8/3, 4:46 pm

*EDITED ON 8/4 TO CHANGE LOCATION*

This week, I decided to continue exploring "coming of age" through poetry, specifically, how I've been feeling physically. I feel like something always hurts, and I'm starting to recognize that I'm not as malleable as I was as a kid. I'm not old by any means, but I can sense that I'm getting older. 
I started walking daily again, 30 minutes before sunset, and I noticed that I have significantly more energy. I feel more productive and agile- more like myself.
Anyways, I felt like writing again, but as with any art form, I felt pressure to make it poetic. So I tried writing with more of a journal format, and I found it to be significantly more enjoyable, and more importantly, it felt more authentic.


broken bones & trampolines


i went to a trampoline park recently. 

i haven't been since I was nine...
     
                                   my back hurt from the first jump.
(when did I get so old?)

i guess i thought i'd be the same girl
i even thought i'd try the same front handspring (foolish)(i didn't)

but i'm afraid now.
my body is more delicate.
          i only broke my first bone three years ago...

i don't know what happened
I am more afraid of heights now.
and i am just
 more afraid






        

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