If picking myself up
after life knocked me flat
I would be a bodybuilder at this point
when I was young,
I sought the strength that is confidence
in my interpersonal relations
the ability not to live in the consciousness of a burden,
not to fear the letdown of letdown and loneliness,
to find safety the voice of my desires and boundaries,
without the sound cracking,
whenever I called upon it,
the muscles in my legs are narrow at best,
but when someone asks how I manage to wear
a smile, as I speak of dingy moments,
and how it can remain strong,
I tell them.
I have taught that muscle well,
for it is the only one strong enough
to lift me up when I am knocked down.
it does sometimes step aside to allow for pain and loss
but my muscles of sorrow have little stamina.