the pattern of mood swings, bad days, panic attacks slows.
Grows the curve of good days is not flat
in fact - it is ever-rising
Everyday growth presents itself in
My smile - the way I look at myself in the mirror
warmth, emanating from inside when I say
I love you. I love you
My words - when I write love poems about
her curly hair, her soft skin, her chipped tooth, her thighs.
I feel complete.
My skin - raised scarring covers me
but I am no longer ashamed
rather - I am brave. I am proud. I am happy
to say
These are 3 months, 6 months, 18 months - two years old
and I am healing
and I am feeling
I’m living and breathing
Experiencing
No longer surviving
but thriving.
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