Ascent went surfing after the hurricane
Blew down her house.
She dodged doorknobs in the waves,
Then went back out the next day.
Ascent organized a file cabinet
And went on a coffee run,
Then told his future employer
What a great internship that was.
Ascent hugged her son
When he said Mom, I’m gay.
His happiness was the only thing
For which Ascent prayed.
Ascent has a few scars
From those times she cut her arms,
But today Ascent looked in her mirror
And said I know I am beautiful.
Ascent ran the marathon
One year after the bomb.
This time he crossed the finish line
With a prosthetic leg and missing arm.
Ascent put her hands up
And said don’t shoot,
But Ascent’s efforts were cut short
By the politically immune.
Ascent believes in change
And the ability to forgive and accept.
But first you must find this in yourself
Before you too can be Ascent.