Barefoot, bold feet feeling out the dance floor
for the first song at the wedding between your body and you.
Bravely finding what fits
so yell if you need to, scream at the ways you were burgled.
Sometimes it’s not so easy to forget yesterday
or the fear that stays buried under fingernails;
but your self has always belonged in these bones
and brand new cells will shed old skin
to show the warrior you became,
battle-scarred, the sun senses the beginnings of a smile
and bathes in her yellow freedom.