do my hands know how to do anything
other than weave
this armor, a shield around my heart?
my hands,
they have been taught nothing else,
only to weave this steel.
even if it is no longer necessary,
the pattern must go on.
i cannot stop.
i do not know how.
and i shall die in here.
written 4-20-10
Sounds like something I would have (could have) wrote a couple of years ago. If it helps any, I did get better. I won't lie and say it was quick and easy, because it wasn't. Sometimes it takes a special someone, but most of the time it just takes US picking ourselves up and moving on.
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