the fear and the lack of trust in my body paralyzed me. I am fit enough, but I was not rested enough. rest, little athlete, you'll return. this doe saw me in the woods. she stared and moved her big ears. when she was done sniffing me, she turned and walked slowly away.

I find the pain
and make it look at me
it turns to face me and says
you are worthy

I become the pain
it consumes me
it travels through my muscles, fire and acid
heavying my limbs as if they are dipped in concrete

I validate the pain
and I become it
I remember it
I'm still moving

I step through my pain
it transforms me
the wind blows through the low angle of the sun breaking the golden second growth bearing a springtime clean scent
and there they coexist
pain and pleasure in my present