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Thunder Thighs


The freedom I feel

knowing I can run, 

and dance,

and jump

in any motion I so desire, 

offers a grand contribution

to the joy I feel inside;

The bruised

scarred,

sturdy,

strong

towers of muscle and bone I call my legs

show all the times I've silenced my conscience,

exceeded their limits,

made my soul happy,

and I take humble pride in these showings;

Only few things attribute to my joy

are independent from my legs,

and no substitute could ever

grant me the same freedom,

and joy

my lower limbs allow to me

everyday.

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