I want to run
and throw my arms out at my sides
laugh and cry in the night
and feel everything I have struggled to bottle
That's all
I want to know what it is to be human again
not the saturated product of equalizing tokens
that melt in my throat
and hold me in place as who I am

The fear has subsided
The voices, the faces
but what am I?
My leg is broken
and I can't stand for very long
no matter how quickly I hobble
I cannot keep up with my running spirit
who is tired or being tired out