i have stared myself down in the mirror
for what feels like - forever
this is one moment in a Multitude of many worse
- but right now -
staring at myself
in the skin Blessed to me
the body i have been Gifted, i see every Woman
before me:
in the shape of my chin,
where my wrists meet my hands.
those that have - led - me to where i am
the hands that Write this now
the hands that have Saved me.
in a month i\'ll be long gone.
no longer fully grown
a small seedling in the dirt; shifting once again
i Will allow the earth to envelop me
wrapping its Growing vines around my corpse.