Even If. .

Even if it breaks me

i’ll rise from the dust with softer bones and clearer breath.

Even if the ground forgets to catch me,

I’ll learn how to fly on trembling wings.

Even if the ache lingers,

i’ll make art of the ache and cradle it into song.

Even if the door stays shut,

i’ll build a window wide enough for light.

Even if softness bleeds,

it means that I am still alive.

Even if they never see me,

I see the glow growing within.

Even if i’m not chosen,

I choose me.

Even if the fire flickers,

i’ll breathe until it burns again.

Even if my voice shakes,

I will speak like thunder under skin.

Even if fear walks beside me,

I will move anyway.

Even if I have to begin again and again,

I am worth the becoming.