What Pains Await Me

Some places have a certain smell
The gymnasium when I was young
Like tin and sweat – a scent that makes
Me anxious and excited

A field before a soccer game
Fresh grass, and the air of success

This courtroom has a smell
It’s the first one I’ve ever been in
What pains await me on the far side
Of its sense memory?

Will I ever be able to enter a court again
Without feeling like a failed man?


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