i see her so healthy
skin radiating … glistening
she’s fought off being angry with herself –
valuable to everyone around her
she can show up and be present for them … her
the long, impressionable nights became pathetic
she could rest and recharge
depression no longer weighed down on her
because the reality
for her was that it was all an illusion
to reactions of external feedback
so deeply ingrained
that the days became one
recognition was unrecognizable
and she couldn’t see herself anymore
but I see her – living and rhythmically
breathing to her own sound
she took care of herself
fought her fight
to save herself
she’s beautiful.
