My once slack jaw

Is firm and taught

My strong tall legs

Frail, stuttering beneath me

My eyes full of life, hope

Salty, stinging tears are all i see

My lungs, used to inhaling my laughter

Now are tight and restrained

My imperfections

Stand out

A black dot on a piece of plain white paper

Never good enough

And a voice echoes

But my ears have chosen to exclude me from the rest of the world

My body fights itself

A never ending war

The victor yet to be determined.