The Weights She Bestows

Since the first breath of science

a storm has been

brewing

which would create me.

Bound to two contradictory worlds

I teeter on a beam

the balance pulls me heavily to one side

my support is thankfully

beside me.

I've no training when I start

on the beam

but walking it everyday I get used to

the imbalanced weights.

The evidence is in the lack of bruises to

my knees and elbows,

the healing state of previous scars.

A shift in the weights

now I can handle,

I welcome the challenge.

I'd like to see someone like me

look at her scars

the way I do,

my purple trophies

carried around like badges of honour.

Except you wouldn't know,

they're hidden from your eyes

and when exposed

to you they would only be imperfections;

because you wouldn't know

about the beam

and the weights she bestows.