Stronger

By the time you lost
half of your legs you will realize
you have walked a thousand miles
away from your ghosts
to a place they won’t follow you
for a desert is a paradise
to the one who lives without a shadow

and once you have embraced
all your hurting shards
you will know you have been completed, not
a shattered glass but a ball of light
crammed into a roll of flesh
where wounds are where the light drips out
from bones made
of gold