1/2/16

a poem for the end, but moreso the beginning.


You have held my head up,
You have held my hand.

I will learn to stand steadier

and I will be a breather of books
and I will dance in the streets.

I will claim my space,
I will laugh without fear of tomorrow’s trials.
I will practice fearlessness.

readiness does not shimmer.
to be ready is
a decision. I have made it.

and all of this is for you
all of these fingers,
all of this heart.

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