Sometimes I think you spend your life
Defined by calluses
As a child your skin is thin; you feel everything sharply
Pain is close to the surface
You age and the rough abrasions of experiences begin
To thicken your skin and you develop the first callus
You can moderate the world’s impact
By mid life you have grown a coarse bark that protects you
Age reduces your ability to repair the damage
Your shield weakens and the bark thins
Calluses wear away.
In old age once again you feel sharply.
Sadness and tears come easier, unexpected and unbidden.
My calluses are thinning
Winter has been hard
The world connected with some good punches
I needed a rest
Back soon I hope
My Elysium 