Kneecap's Whisper

A sudden twinge while bending low,

crumpled fabric, the seams let go.

Sitting on the edge, a world feels tight,

that small joint shifts, under morning light.

Worn carpet threads, frayed and soft,

a reminder of fragility, a silent scoff.

I tug at laces, a dance with fate,

each pull reminds me, my body’s weight.