Strengthened Hands With Weakened Knees Poem by Amy Backus

Strengthened Hands With Weakened Knees



A dry, brittle throat hides the voice
I’ve been searching for throughout my life

I lost something along the way,
something that changes how mirrors reflect

Watching rust form on the iron railings
temporarily calms the pacing cells under my cold skin

There’s a reason fright saturates my veins
with uncertainty and truth

I’ve never learned to grow up

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