By Keira E McDonough
i stand here hollow in the ghost of myself
Wishing that I was something more than
A ribcage that protrudes when i stretch
all i have been and all i could be
Is nothing
If i can’t see my collarbone
If my friend doesn’t remark “wow your hips are so bony”
If i can walk up the stairs
If i can drive
If i can perform
Sing
Dance
Write
It’s worth it
It’s a sacrifice but
It’s worth it
I played my cards
And i went all in.
Look where that got me.
A response to our National Poetry Month 2023 prompt