I Call.

It is in my arms
My tongue
My fingertips
Dancing beneath the nail beds
It seeps out of the broken toe
The one that is slowly healing
But I feel it there

It is in my hair
Samsonian elle
It lurks in my stares
And the dips in my chest
It is within because I feel it crawling
Ever so slowly
Gliding on my muscles
On my shoulders
As though to embrace me.


Traveling through my blood
Steady
Elegantly
Slowly
Calculating.

Strength.
On my forehead
And further,
To the back
I know it is there
And will that it finds its rightful place
Soon, I ask
My voice
And speaks forth
Something strong.