With each moment, I might be
a phoenix
or smoldering ash
as I cycle through my rage
my sorrow, love, regret
my sweat
Mind shape-shifting through
each and every (damn) day
depressed and coping
jaded and transformed
learning to trust, and trust again
regardless of this future we cannot shape
we may not hold
but for the inner light we create, and recreate.
You may think the heartbreak too great
the debt steep
the diagnosis dreadful
and bile lingers
as guilt burrows in
but do not isolate or insulate
in these layers of pacing pain
Live into grief
Dance in disability
Juggle with disbelief
Laugh despite death
Love as we burn
as we scream
because a life is a life worth living
bright, crackling with heat
with desire and dignity
we rise
