I am...

I am a snake.
Transformed

slowly by each layer of skin I shed.

I am the spark.
Kindled.
In a raging blaze, floating on the Santa Ana.

I am the limestone.
Adjusting
to the steady rhythm of the stream flowing over me.

I am a skelton.
Sustained
by every movement I make.

She is...

She is just like you,
he says with a smile.
Beautiful like her mother.
I smile shyly, on a train.

She is beautiful. And confident.
And strong and determinded.
She is a warrior.
She is unbroken.

She is the reason, I dug so deep.
Ten years ago.
I wanted all of those things.
For me. For her.

I reclaimed them.