Movement

What if your movement was all you had?

Every ounce made your life,

Or took it from you.

What if every time you walked,

You broke,

Or every time you smiled

It burned.

What if?

What if your feet hurt,

What if no one could help you,

What if every movement was counted,

Blessed or cursed.

Banded or worship?

Everything you did

Was movement,

And it was all you had?

The End

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