morning arrives like broken glass,
each step a careful negotiation,
my body speaks in sharp whispers,
reminding me who holds the conversation;
the coffee cup feels heavier today,
steam rising like prayers I cannot voice,
my spine curves under invisible weight,
each movement now a conscious choice;
friends ask how I slept last night,
their faces bright with morning energy,
I smile and say the usual words,
while pain sits patient beside me;
the mirror shows the same face,
but behind my eyes lives something new,
a quiet teacher dressed in fire,
showing me what bodies can do;
some days I rage against this guest,
other days we sit in silence,
learning that strength has many forms,
and healing lives in acceptance.
