patients is lost on me
who is he to lose it
I am here free
I go on doing the job
wind knocked from my sails
lungs short of breath
even in this time comes around
a breeze unceasingly beckoning refills
two years have passed since the silks fell flat
a few simple words deflating the bellows
time tells new stories now not of hope and dreams nor of growth or my friend opportunity
existent but not like that not in youthful longevity not in naive vainglory
now with thick skin earned
I never wanted it but I guess it was needed or so they will tell me
this thick skin I find admiration even as someone else turns their head
this is strength and something I will call for now at least power of rejuvenation
still
I have heard it is a good state to accept while it is not my first embodiment
I wear it fondly as a second skin over time it becomes comfortably tailored
a new set of sails stitched from the torn bits of flesh
lungs with new strength
just
surprised again by this tiny gust
here is not there not quite
yet