Before I began to heal,
I wasn’t angry–
no, I couldn’t touch that
because that required will
and a kind of passion
to move.
You gotta outsmart
your wounds
and that is where
I began burning.
Trauma doesn’t run
its course and
return you.
You don’t bloom from it.
You bloom in spite of it.
And there is something to be said about a body that keeps moving.