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Frailty
The jarring times of reminder,
of frailty:
and being human
and at the whims of the physical or unknown;
a sudden surging sense
of sickness,
or a detail
momentarily misplaced,
or a movement
that elicits a twinge
without the remembered elasticity.
Though thankfully
these are but mere moments,
with enough vigour
to outrun inevitable atrophy,
only personal frailty
in comparison to others
and not a decline of the self's attributes
yet.
of frailty:
and being human
and at the whims of the physical or unknown;
a sudden surging sense
of sickness,
or a detail
momentarily misplaced,
or a movement
that elicits a twinge
without the remembered elasticity.
Though thankfully
these are but mere moments,
with enough vigour
to outrun inevitable atrophy,
only personal frailty
in comparison to others
and not a decline of the self's attributes
yet.
Published 26th Apr 2021
Author's Note
Entry 26 for NaPoWriMo2021.
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27th Apr 2021 10:51am
I like this - frailty in one sense lives with the fact that our bodies operate 95% on automatic pilot with little conscious input from us - though the 5% left to us (diet, exercise, mind-calming?) can still so much shape our experience of life.
