On a 25th day,
of my 25th year,
I was not where I had always been.
Celebrated with family
Who weren't blood-bound.
I heard my father's voice for the first Christmas in over two years.
I have prayed for strength.
And when not looking,
Have found answers.
This morning
I took in every freckle
The way he fidgets with his hair when not paying attention.
The way his hand looks when holding mine.
He crosses his feet when he sleeps.
Covers his face when he knows I'm watching
Realizing he just may be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
And then I remember all the darkness.
The Ill desired draw that keeps me from the light.
And I am torn.
Stripped of what is new.
What is effortless.
What is possible.
And I set myself away
And assign myself as "No One".
I may have won the war,
But battle still wages
And I do not know the outcome.
(12/29/13)
Today, I woke up and for the first
time in 23 years... I am alive.
(12/30/13)