I am made of poetry.
Flesh and blood,
Ink in my veins.
Each capillary, each cell.
I am strong when the wind wolves howl.
I am stronger when they bite.
I can do this.
Anxiety, you are a game to me.
I am the strong ox.
I am the last cigarette in the box.
I am a survivor.
That is what I do, survive.
I survive lies, and hate, and shame, and scorn.
I survive bible belts wearing crowns of thorns.
I can get this piece of me back.
It is not gone.
It is somewhere in the sun.
It is somewhere in the sky.
It is somewhere blue.
It is out there.
And I will find it again.


Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His new book is Train of Thought.