“And on the sixth day, God said, let the land produce living creatures according to their kinds: livestock, creatures that move along the ground, and wild animals, each according to its kind.” And it was so.” –Genesis 1:24

Today it’s my sixth day,
on the sixth day, God created animals,
as he makes of me.

Like a lion, I roar on the inside.
I am wounded like the lion’s prey,
the gazelle, graceful, searching for help.
Lind an unchanged butterfly urging for difference,
begging for beauty and grace.
Well, grace is not in tools, nor is it in scars.

The scars do not tell us the answers,
Only I can do that.
I need to stop,
tearing others apart.
My wings may be harmed,
because I’m broken.
but there is light in darkness.

And on the sixth day,
I asked to be recreated.
And by God’s grace and my own will
It was so.