I will never regret running into the freeway. If I am gasping for air, pressing my palms against my chest, holding myself together, you will never find me wishing I hadn't done it. If I am sticking my fingers in my sides to staunch the bleeding, limping down gravel roads, barefoot & wild-eyed, you will only see me grimace & smile. Tell you it was a hell of a ride. Tell you when that car collided with my kneecaps, I tasted heaven in the wind yanked from my lungs. & you won't ever find me lamenting jumping into the fire. Hold my heart & call it brave, call it reckless, call it precious.