I is Truth

I. Have a voice. A loud voice. I. Am stubborn. I... am a type of stubborn, so stubborn. Unbearably stubborn. Because I know the truth. I feel it in my bones. I feel the rhythm of my blood splashing like the waters of white water rafting ricocheting against my soul in a circular motion around the map of my body. I trust in my body. My body is a cancer survivor. A survivor of a close call. A call that dragged a knife south against my skin. A call that took days. Months. Years to hang up with. I am grateful. Grateful that the sun today will shine. Shine upon blessings of love. Today I have the choice to love. To love you. To love me. To love the traffic keeping me still on the highway of hope. Because hope is keeping me alive. The energy vibrates so high. It separates my body from my existence into a transcendental moment of truth. And I yearn this addictive moment to caress my hair as I lay to sleep. To protect me from thoughts that sneak into beautiful perception. But I can only be I. As long as I is truth.