Bodies tough and fragile.

Hearts strong and weak.

Resilient and easily crushed.

I have been here before,

damaged, uncertain,

until each muscle recalls

the mechanics of standing.

I need no picking up

but should you reach out

I will know your hand

by repetition of touch,

we two, sculpting future.

Art does not imitate life.

Art is life.

We remember.

We are a masterpiece.

Published on September 1st, 2022