Being human
the ability to regenerate
body, spirit, mind
Every seven years, I've heard
There she goes
she was strong, she was different
She was She
Through the pain and ecstasy
itching to get out, fighting to be let in
We expand,
minds somehow allowing us to forget
the knife, the black coat
sounds of running through an inch of snow
We move past,
letting ourselves live
And some days freeze up,
where it is said
that time stops
And I think about the way
I've moved on