You learn more on days
when you think
there can be nothing more to learn
you learn there are places
you can go with steady feet
you learn there are things
you can say without defeat
You learn where your edges
were once so defined
have blurred into oneness
with body, heart, and mind.
You learn to let the wind begin
to place a flower on your cheek,
while each breath softens the choker
so you can begin to speak.
You learn how your worthiness
cannot be granted
or be stripped away
not by who came,
not by who left,
not by who chose to stay.
You learn to love the bridges
that have carried you to grace
and you learn how you have been one
to someone,
sometime,
someplace.