It’s been a year
walking with courage, holding my fear, crying from pain;
Receiving a strange, unsettling diagnosis
with a good prognosis;
Losing a piece of myself.
Nothing has felt the same since.
like layers of colorful clay
forming new skin, language, life.
There will always be
I am learning
I cannot always control the tides of my life:
illness can grow amidst good health;
laughter can spring up in the darkest night.
With all the changes, losses, shifts
my presence, here now.