one step forward
the days you spend
no longer feeling the familiar ache in your chest
noticing how at ease you feel
wondering how long this feeling has been here but you were too unaware to notice
grateful
but confused
is it my time to feel good?
is it my time to bloom and flourish?
you can't help but latch onto the piece of you that wants the illness
but even so
you choose each day to take steps forward so you can ensure that tomorrow
you will wake up
and you will no longer feel the familiar ache in your chest
This poem is about:
Me