Breaking Point

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about one-way streets.

Submitted: July 28, 2018

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I bend my back to the point of breaking.
How can my spine move that way?
This can't be humanly possible.
Maybe I am a contortionist;
Or Wonder Woman - Something 
spectacular though.

Do I have super powers?
How am I still alive?
Every time I bend so far backwards,
I feel like I am going to die.

Unforutnately I don't. 
my body becomes paralyzed instead

So, I sit here stuck
living inside my head.

Bending over backwards
is a rare talent to have;
No matter who you bend for
they seem unable to bend back.


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