Hummer

I’ve grown to know,
a humming in my hobbled heart.
A tone that,
on dirt roads, years back,
got it’s start,
and slowly shook my soul to parts.
Partly hardened,
but far too soft to step up,
when I was out of breath,
held, by the neck, up.
Stuck, but assured that I’m a lucky one.
Not starving, or rusting out under the sun.
I’ve got a roof, and proof of care.
A lightning bolt,
tucked under stairs.
All the while believing that life is good
under the hood,
and that my freedom received is fair.