Everyday
is a stinging day of breathing and taking everything in my
heart cries that i am here another day in happiness and being
proud
and thankful and blessed to still be here. i may have bruses in
my
past but i have stuck plasters all over them. the cuts healed and
my
skin closed and collapsed into itself becoming me again. tears
fall where my scars used to be. my smile coming back slowley into
little pots of rain and
sunshine.
