Last year I was a skeleton

Last year I was a skeleton,

made of skin and Bone.

Pale and sickly,


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,


last year I was a skeleton.

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