I pulled this shirt from my drawer and it smelled of him.
Months later, washed and worn,
And now suddenly, his smell.
I put it on.
I breathed in the scent of him.
So much has changed.
I didn’t expect to feel so weak, so broken,
I didn’t expect to lose so much of myself.
But with the inhale and the exhale,
I became so very aware of what I have gained.
Though my body has weakened with injury,
My shoulders no longer ripple with the signs of strength,
I am stronger than I have ever been.
I didn’t expect that the damage would cause a fierceness to rise,
In the very core of my being.
One that cannot be measured in the flex of a muscle,
But with the flex of the heart.
A heart that ripples with,
Love, compassion, empathy, patience, wisdom and grace.