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ATROPHY IS A SNEAKY THIEF
by Selia Qynn 6/1994

Atrophy is a sneaky thief
It takes the limb,
But not its memory.

My fingers remember things they can't do now,
Like frozen branches remember the leaves of summer,
And lie dormant.

My heart remembers songs my throat can't sing now.
Like the orphan remembers its mother,
And cries.

My spirit is weak from laughter deprivation.
I miss my music,
My friends,
Myself.

A tightening feeling wraps around my soul.
And I wonder If its really immortal
After all.