To Fifteen (15)
I know it's hard, and I know it hurts--
I feel it too, beating like a wounded
Bird's wings, aching like hunger,
Itchy as salt on the skin, crying
"Not again! Not again!"
I know. This time:
Let's press through
Take the opportunity to grease the gears
Loose the spring
And be dazzled by the light of it,
By the clear sky, by honoring your strength
In soaring as you drive the sun.
She is too bright to watch with naked eyes