Last year I was a skeleton
Last year I was a skeleton,
made of skin and Bone.
Pale and sickly,
but
nothing could stop me.
The help was not enough.
Sent to the hospital,
heart almost stopped.
Inpatient hospital
on the other side of the county.
Spent 6 months fighting
for my life.
Went back home,
started school 4 months in.
Anxious, but not afraid.
This year I started school
just like the others in September.
I made friends,
got a job,
a life.
This was not possible
in 2016,
because
last year I was a skeleton.
This poem is about:
Me