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My recent mutation
is not etched only on my skin.
It is a spiritual earthquake.
a reshaping of the screenplay I used to follow.
Yesterday I was a shadow.
traveling familiar routes,
but today I flex,
I twirl,
I add fresh limbs where none were intended.
It is not illness,
nor curse,
but a hidden development,
the body whispering to the soul:
Survival is change.
I bear marks as though they were blueprints.
lines of what I shed,
trends of what I have developed.
Some are terrified of change,
others call it odd.
But inside of me I know
Mutation is just confirmation of life.
The most recent alteration in my genes
is a lantern in the black.
A reminder that I am not permanent,
but changing endlessly,
breathing tomorrow into today.