I’ve been feeling like a stranger in my body of late
Like my bones don’t fit quite right
My left hip seems determined to work against me
I have grazes on both palms
Bruises the length of my thigh
Three stitches in my forehead
All different versions of this vessel
Not cooperating as she usually does
Out of sync and sorts and iron stores

This morning I woke up with two swollen eyes
She is fighting me even while I rest

But at the end of every day
She still carries me through.
And over. And forward.

A Warrior in her own right
It seems,
Bruised legs still know how to run
And grazed palms still know how to hold