As I write this my heart beats and my shoulder throbs.
I am reminded that even in the pain, my body knows
how to keep on living,
how to keep on healing.
As I write this I remember what it was like to dance freely,
like nobody was watching.
That is the woman I am drawn to.
I chase her. I live like her.
I claim her.
I am her.
Story Collector, Photographer, Space Holder.
~she walks the city streets then gathers with her people around the fire~