Not much to the stand, yet I stand, so brief, if you blink, you had miss it, yet I stand. What a stand! Unpromising, undignified, underwhelming, unimpressive yet I stand. I wobble, I am unsteady, I am unsure, I look scared and confuse because I am , yet I stand. I did not lift a foot, rooted to the spot as I know not how to walk or where to go, yet I stand. My legs are far apart in a wide stance, facing away from each other, with no harmony or synchronicity, wagging internal battle between themselves, questioning the merit of standing and the probability of sustaining the stand, yet I stand. Like a newly released ex-convict I stand outside the prison gates knowing I not going back inside but without a clue where I am going or how I will survive, yet I stand.
Unable to maintain the gaze of the world staring at me I look away least I lose the stand, yet I stand. How I long to move, to join those walking, skipping, jogging, running, sprinting, jostling etc all around me, I could do none of those for I know not how to, so today I stand. I have no clear idea why I am standing but the urge to stand outweigh the comfort of sitting or crawling so I stand. I am so sorry I wet myself standing for I know not how to move back or down, go forward or backward.
I wept but today I stand!
Beautiful Ivory 