Monday, September 22, 2014

The test.

They stretch me in more ways than I could ever imagine.
They stretch me in more ways than one.
Beyond the fibers of my being, I am stretched.

 I'm standing in the mirror
I confront the limit of my patience.
My will is tested.

Sometimes I cave,
Sometimes I bend,

But I stretch.
and grow,
and morph,
into something new;
Something beautiful.

Like a baby being born again.
Only to grow and ,
ready to be tested again.