New Birth

Self-discovery was confused by a joint experience. 

It was put aside as meaning took precedence,

It laid dormant with mundane distraction. 

Self has been patiently waiting,

Its colors eager to show,

its labels  peeling one at a time

unfold and stating: THIS IS ME.

Endurance

She sat down and took a deep breath,

Sometimes she found herself

caught in a cloud of anxiety

By now she's learned that the first impact stings, 

But time would ease the tightness in her breathing

One step at a time has never made so much sense

as it does nowadays.

Then she stood up again 

Tied the shield around her arms

And faced the wind.