A boy is painting on one side of my room
another boy is in my closet
playing his guitar
I'm on the couch
sprawled almost paralyzed
the fight in me is asleep
not dead
just sleeping
my body is aching too much to
see the beauty in this room
but feeling the beauty of heart
and art
and soul
and passing time
is just fine with me
it's okay
I'm getting better
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