Invisible Strength

I used to run like I was chasing god, my body light and slim,

hungry, wild, full of wind, and want.

*

Now the world moves while I stay still,

but I've learned the sky kneels lower for those who wait.

*

I cannot walk, but I do.

I rise—in every word, every breath,

in the way I dare to still be more.

*

“My legs may be weak but my spirit glides in its stride.”

The earth carries me now.

I am no less forward, for the stillness in my steps becomes alive

because my eyes seek truth.

*

My hips ache, but an invisible strength moves my body uphill.

I stride slow towards the mountain top.

The view is my valley, I vow to see heaven's glow.

*

My soul, the spirit of an angel in its walk.

It holds me up as I reach the top and smile surreptitiously with glee

as the yellow rays dissipate further and the moon begins to take over.

*

I sit on mountain rocks and rest my weary legs.

Hips relax as divine spirit desires a way forward.

My eyes glow as a whiteness brightens upon me, and I realize it's time to leave this land for home.