58 Inches
You are 58 inches
of unbridled fury.
The chocolate stars
that you use to look up
at the people around you
are riddled with dry tears.
You are 58 inches
of breathless joy.
The chronic disease
that constricts your lungs
from the air around you
is confined by no cage.
You are 58 inches
of persistent pain.
The tiny hands
that you use to hold yourself
in the coldest of winters
are bound to break.
You are 58 inches
of cowardice
of lies
of uncertainty
of bravery
of truth
of confidence.
You are 58 inches
of no one but you.
This poem is about:
Me