I am a sponge. I automatically absorb traits, behaviors, even ways of thinking that I like. I absorb experiences. I absorb anything I deem absorbable.
It emanates on the face with conspicuous subtlety,
walking about with shameful pride in its stride.
Thoroughly covering every inch of the body,
taking the chance to leave the tangibles behind.
It brings about a systematically unmethodical process,
fostering fights between the body, the mind, and the soul.
Throwing fists, punches, throws, kicks, and lashes,
they each win a round with an aimless, bitter goal.
Praise them, love them, embrace them three fools,
they’ll eventually find their way.
They’re trying to set forth an elegant beast,
coming with feeble strength here to stay.
Pain is it, I see?
It looks so lovely.
Could it genuinely be,
a cursed gift for me?