Remember when?
Remember when we were invincible?
When the only things we worried about were flat bicycle tires and spelling tests?
When we could befriend the wind just by stretching our arms to the length of airplane wings and fly around the back yard without ever leaving the ground?
Remember when sex was gross?
When super powers came from a comic book? A movie? A video game?
And we'd spend all afternoon playing Merlin the Magician vs. Darkwing Duck?
Remember when every shot was at the buzzer?
Remember all the buzzer shots you missed?
Remember when you weren't invincible?
When you let someone down?
Remember when sex wasn't gross?
When you first saw her differently?
When she still saw you the same?
Remember the Doctor's face when he told you that there was nothing he could do?
Remember loving so hard that it hurt you?
When your inadequacies were stacked on top of each other? And they overtook all your achievements, dwarfing them in a hyperbole of failure so dense that the shadow it cast curled up next to your fetal position when you slept at night?
Remember when you decided to get hurt?
When you were thankful for your vulnerabilities?
When bleeding today meant a scab tomorrow? And the scar tissue was more resilient than the skin that came before it?
Remember telling yourself,
it will all be okay
it will all be okay
it will all be okay
it will all be okay
it will all be okay...
When the only things we worried about were flat bicycle tires and spelling tests?
When we could befriend the wind just by stretching our arms to the length of airplane wings and fly around the back yard without ever leaving the ground?
Remember when sex was gross?
When super powers came from a comic book? A movie? A video game?
And we'd spend all afternoon playing Merlin the Magician vs. Darkwing Duck?
Remember when every shot was at the buzzer?
Remember all the buzzer shots you missed?
Remember when you weren't invincible?
When you let someone down?
Remember when sex wasn't gross?
When you first saw her differently?
When she still saw you the same?
Remember the Doctor's face when he told you that there was nothing he could do?
Remember loving so hard that it hurt you?
When your inadequacies were stacked on top of each other? And they overtook all your achievements, dwarfing them in a hyperbole of failure so dense that the shadow it cast curled up next to your fetal position when you slept at night?
Remember when you decided to get hurt?
When you were thankful for your vulnerabilities?
When bleeding today meant a scab tomorrow? And the scar tissue was more resilient than the skin that came before it?
Remember telling yourself,
it will all be okay
it will all be okay
it will all be okay
it will all be okay
it will all be okay...