Bruised Shins

I am forced to rip things
Right from the ceiling
Things that like the ceiling
Should never have been

I am forced to face flowers
Bleeding on skin
Flowers in need of new skin
Injected with pinpricks of hope

I am forced to my knees
On ground that is strong
Knees by the habit made strong
Despite the bruised shins

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