i shot off rockets into the sky months ago
that burst into words to remind me to
keep going keep breathing keep
holding my heart higher than the
river of y o u r hands that was
flooding down m y street and
threatening to break down
my door. i put all my best
pieces in aboxandsentthem
to myself (cc: my closest
friends) and i am ready
to get them back, to put
my h e a r t on my
sleeve where i have
always kept it, to
have you f e e l
from across this
town that you did
not break me, did not
damage me, did n o t
destroy my gumption or my
eagerness to take on the world,
did not make me into something
i am not. i am a worrier but a
w a r r i o r
and i will not stop going until my
head is quiet and my hands are still.
and this thing you did to me- this
supposedly life altering thing- will
just be a soft reminder of only
the climb i made to get me
back to where i am.