This has not been a graceful arrival,
fueled only by flu and fever, crawling
on hands and knees, clawing at the floor
with such effort, only to cross the room.
This has not gone as planned, this
intended rise to glory, instead
it has been with shaky voice and body,
with running nose and dry mouth,
with achy chest and swollen glands
that I have shown up to the party.
I concern myself not with the way
I have brought myself to this place.
I concern myself with keeping
my heart open and my eyes wild.