i own this body without apology,
in all it’s nervy glory,
it’s bumps and mishaps and imperfections,
in all it’s deliberate failings

it is a map that reveals my trials and travels,
my exalted history
and like smooth plains of promise,
the rise and fall and hint of something more.

i shake sorrow like frost from limbs,
a stuttering flame
that flickers and gasps and lights again,
see the miracle that i am?

and you would be too, a broken bird
knocked from nest
that took to air and finally flew
i rise and rise… watch me soar~