some days I am a champion
.
the world sits at my feet
begging to be conquered by my
unbreakable spirit and
unstoppable drive
.
and that is okay because
I am made of bones
so durable that they can
withstand battle
.
some days I am bold
.
the world is my oyster
waiting to be cracked open
and explored by my eager
and slow-to-think hands
.
and that is okay because
I am made of skin
that will protect me from
the dangers of the unknown
.
some days I am bulldozed
.
the world moves for me
pushing me aside like
an afterthought and
I have no control
.
and that is okay because
I am made of blood
so fluid and free and it
reminds me I can adapt too
.
some days I am small
.
the world rips, twists, and breaks me
and I wonder how necessary
my presence is when I am
crushed into a million pieces
.
and that is okay because
I am made of atoms
so small they seem
inconsequential too
.
every day I am human
.
the individual parts of me
both good and bad
come together to make
a whole
.
and that is okay because
the hardest thing to accept is that
bones break and the
empty atoms hold me together
