Here I am,
Here I’ll be,
Fighting hard—
Can’t you see?
Any loss can be devastating,
But sometimes, somehow,
A small part of this feels manageable,
I turn inward, I sift through the now,
Finding hope where survival
feels
tangible.
There’s numbness, there’s shock,
There’s grief and there’s pain,
There’s emotion, there’s anger,
But there’s also strength to sustain.
Empowerment. Choice.
Courage and safety.
A whisper within,
“I am not done.
I am still fighting bravely.”
Healing isn’t linear,
But each step is real.
Through the dark,
through the fear,
I choose to feel.
Six months ago,
I never could’ve survived,
I was lost in the dark,
barely alive.
But step by step,
breath by breath,
I’ve learned there’s life
on the other side
of
death.
