Moments of Clumsy Joy
by Ruben M.
· 30/11/2025
Published 30/11/2025 13:27
Faded photographs, memories displayed,
show a kid on a bike, where laughter once played.
A stumble, a crash, mud smeared on my face,
etched on my skin, a mark of my race.
The scar on my arm, a badge of the fun,
a roadmap of youth where I learned how to run.
In the joy of the moment, unburdened by fate,
I trace it with fingers, my clumsiness great.