She slaps me in the face,
full and forceful.
I don’t turn away.
For the first time in a long time,
I don’t cower
like a homeless house rat
at the hunger of a cat.
My fingers don’t fumble
no shiver down my spine,
like a book lover
caressing a binder.
Instead, I smile.
My hair leaps from its pedestal,
tickling my nose.
I sniff as it goes.
For every slap in the face,
I shower back smiles.
Warm spring breeze.
The Chaos Within 