turning up
I am not anyone’s cohabitant.
Or some category definition.
You forgot crack is a result of bend.
Knowledgeable of what can’t be undone.
Exposing my side of invisible.
When pain transitions to laughter. Over.
Walking away with a glass that’s half full.
The worst part about it is you concur.
Heartbeats stopped. Dropped. Kicked across cold floor tiles.
And I heard my own voice for the first time.
Without concern over passing your trials.
Meet me at the top when you learn to climb.
Having nothing to do with time or length.
Questioning my strength, your greatest mistake.