I Will Poem by Faustina Marie

I know I can't turn back to my old crutch
It's borne the weight that I didn't think I could
For longer than it needed to

I can't turn to anyone else
I can't turn around
Can't turn outward
Now is the time to turn inward

I have to look in. Because I know I am strong enough
The pain will pass
The ache of unused muscles will sharpen
Until the muscles shiver and quake from the strain
But that's how they will grow stronger

I will be sinew upon frame
And able to stand on my own

Easily holding all my weight and that of others who lean on me
I will love my thoughts and my shadow
I will love the lumpy curves of my body
I will love the odd tangles of my hair
And I will turn inward to find strength