Photo by Derek Powazek
This cord that binds me also frees me -
it feeds me oxygen so I can breathe, yet
keeps me closely tethered to the tank.
With this leash, Iíve become bound, but
I am not trapped.
I feel more vulnerable, however
I refuse to be frightened.
My weakness is now exposed, yet
I will not be conquered.
I am coming to terms with my life,
That means coming to terms with my death -
and finding the beauty in both.
Through it all, I remain steadfastly
D E F I A N T