Sometimes life is not obviously poetic.
It's mundane and robotic.
That's when I know it's time to change.
Time to remember myself.
I slip away to the world all my own.
I go to the memories that bring me strength.
Sitting alone in a restaurant with my book and my Ray Bans.
Walking the sidewalk in New York City in Givenchy without a hand to hold.
Climbing from fear to triumph.
It helps me to think of the times I've been strong.
When I said the words that needed to be heard.
And when I silenced anger that didn't deserve a voice.
I've cried the tears and sat alone.
I can run, I can push myself, and I can smile.
When it's not obvious, I have to dive in.
Today I tasted the sweat from my lip, salty and sweet.
I didn't love everything I saw when I looked close.
No turning away though, I accept.
My strength isn't in creating a change.
My strength is creating grace to be here.