I am nothing and everything.

Like this old body.

Something new…

A chance forward, 

housing a fresh soul.

Onwards,

to redemption,

sometimes, not by choice. 

Trust pulls me through… 

then I am swept again

in the spirals of living.

New aches from stretching, 

leagues have been conquered.

Here we are

at the base of existence.

every. day.

Some days it thrills me. 

Some days it kills me.

I am nothing and everything.

Like this old body. 

Like this new life.

~ Khadija Ahmaddiya