Sometimes I can’t look in the mirror,
which stops me from remembering that I am here.
I am here,
with a beating heart and many purposes;
even if they don’t seem so clear right now.
It’s okay to cry
it’s not okay to give up entirely.
So I will fight some more,
and my heart will mend in time,
and with that perhaps my mind will too.
I won’t count on anything like that,
but I will continue to have hope and love coursing through my veins;
because without them, what have we got?