I have made it through
more hurdles than I can count,
and each time, I'm amazed,
if not perpetually shocked,
recovering from a state of fear
that this will keep occurring.
Because this depressive state
has never lasted this long before,
and trying to reach out
the ways I've been show how,
is a language I'm still learning.
But I feel the power in
finally making it out of bed,
catapulting myself from the covers,
and though I haven't told you
it's gotten to this point,
I know the agony of
believing my world is ending.
I also know the strength
in letting my feet rediscover the ground,
forcing myself to take up space,
