When your rhythm goes offline

But I have ADHD 
with a body dripped in velocity,
wired for motion,
not captivity.
How can I breathe
when dancing is my oxygen,
not a luxury?

But the universe
sat my arse down and said,
Cool. Be homeless for a bit.
Let’s see who you are
when you’re stripped of your kit,
And no longer fit.

Because the real peak
is sitting still in the quiet,
believing in yourself
without a motive for this riot 

Just silence and spine,
still backing yourself
when your rhythm goes offline 

Because the summit isn’t the memory.
It’s the moments I was mask-free.
With my people, that show up for me.

I was never meant to carry this alone
The strength of the wolves
lives in the pack,
not the lone
being hardened to bone.

Because the mountain wasn’t me 
it was us, all along.