For the Survivors

You may be in pain
So intense
It grips your body
And shakes you

But you are not broken.

You may feel defined by this pain
As if the old you
That delighted in a strawberry
Could never be again

But you are not broken.

Your mind may swirl on the same dagger filled thoughts
And the tornado may feel inescapable

Your pain may be magnetic and sticky
Dirty honey underneath your shoe

But you are not broken.

Your eyes still blink
that’s all that survival
needs to look like right now.

Sometimes resilience is just
a tight and painful inhale
Alone under the covers

Take comfort in

The waxing moon and
The waning tides

The hibernating bear and
The emerging butterfly

The pulsing underground seed and
The first spring blossoms

Circles, steady and still surprising

They know you are not stuck

You are breaking open
to who you really are.