Poem: Expanding

Expanding, joy, splattering up
against my ribs,
Morning comes earlier, heart swelling
against my lungs, air expelling
joy again.
Why this? All I did what what
You said.

Before, torn, divided and bruised was
my heart and head.
Confused by who I am, and am not.
What changed? All I did was what
You asked.

Youth is a joyous sense of light
lost as the body expands and aches.
But, then, that joy comes again.
Why renewed? All I did was follow
Your words.

When morning breaks into my dreams
I say this day, still expanding
my life on this earth is a gift. I will accept
Your will.