Can't Bend, Already Broke

x-ray of my spine with grade 4 spondylolisthesis

What broke down...

The idea that I can be like them.

I want to stand in,

But my body forces me to stand out.

Ignore.

As much as I can.

As much as is possible.

It's not possible.

No, try harder.

But I don't bend.

I can't fit myself into their mold,

As hard as I try to hold,

My body already broke.

What grew instead...

I don't take for granted,

The ability to move.

And yet I know I'm my body,

and more.

Identify with the I that is my soul.

I need to speak,

I have to say no,

I have to break the mold.

I give them the space they need to exist,

A fight to be here.

A fight to express.

The good, the bad, and the ugly.

The routine that nourishes.