Oh,
weapon of the ancients.
Your propensity to hit adventurers
in the knee is a cliche mystery.
They aimed for the heart
but always came up short.
Was it lousy aim,
a loose bowstring,
or is a person's heart
found in the knee?
A vital body part
that allows you to roam free.
I bow to you,
bow,
which has hit my bony knee.
Nothing remains but pain.
My weighted knees
still scrape the pavement,
and my insecurities are still splattered like chalk.
I bow to you, bow, which has made me feel again.
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