It's grubby like the mucus on a newborn;
it's elastic like an unblown balloon;
it's thin enough to be punctured with a touch;
it's the coat that keeps my heart from bursting
into a dozen pieces like a beet in a blender
set to ice crush.
It's the strength I have to keep holding on
when my arms feel like warm dough
stretched across too much space.
It's small like the tightrope a giant walks;
it's huge like a mountain an old woman climbs;
it's freedom belonging to a prisoner;
it's the soft whimper of a starved dog who is
beaten and bruised and without a friend
in the world.
It's the certainty that what is coming
is inevitable and soon, and it's knowing
I failed to do all that I could.
Ah but "Je ne regrette rien". Alexander the Great is reputed to have said "When a feared thing is inevitable it should no longer be feared". There should never be a hopelessness. I like very much your imagery.
It's refreshing to read poems with repetitions such as this because it's not in every poem that you get to read these days. Not only the repetitions were good additions to the poem but at the same time added a lot to the flow.
Another fantastic poet who always adopts different styles. Bravo!