Stronger

I’ve finally grown up
to be a kaleidoscope
image of myself
and not mind it one bit

that I’ve worked my sunrise off
to be molded into a cloud
and spread thin
into a Rorschach skyblot
for the blind.

I am stronger than I used to be,
my limbs drawn to opposite directions
and my soul stretched like a piece of rubber band.

I am stronger than tsunami

this year, under a cynical moon
which can no longer pull me
from myself.