disbelief flows from my trembling body
what a caterpillar calls the end, others call a masterpiece
the analogy provides no solace
you aren't a bug
& you've always been a masterpiece to me
coping is different for everyone
one part of me is scared, mortified, at the fact that I am grieving again, so soon
the other part of me thirsts for the normalcy I had before this
my ill lungs take slow, controlled breaths
my supportive mother holds me until I have let it all out
my trustworthy puffs plus tissues support me through another heartbreak
and my heart continues to pump oxygen-rich blood into my body
so many times, I have caught myself saying I'm making no progress, and I never will
untrue
the little things
look at the little things
the little things are what manifest into the big things
keep breathing
keep seeking support
keep letting it out
and keep living
(You got this!!!)
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