Strength

I try putting a finger on my heart

to point at where it’s hurting,

where it’s thumping faster,

where it’s vulnerable,

where it’s keeping a secret,

where it’s running out of breath,

where it’s turning my cheeks rosy.

Where inside my ribs,

caged and protected

vibrates Strength

all my life

 

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