218 – Same old

Skinned knees
And bloody nose,
Happy memories
Of child’s play.

Skinned heart
And bloody lips,
Battle scars
Of young love.

Skinned dreams
And bloody knuckles,
Silent yelling
Of rebellion.

Skinned knees
And bloody hands,
Spartan joys
Of mountain running.

Always skinned.
Always bloody.
Always learning.
Always happy.

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