Getting There
I might be a disaster,
but I'm holding it together.
Barely breathing,
but I'm still alive.
I'm covered in scars
and scratches still raw,
but I'm coping.
I've got one foot in front of the other,
so at least I'm getting by.
And there are things out there to distract me
from all the pain I feel.
It might be slow-going
but I'll be getting there someday.
What hasn't killed me
made me stronger,
made me a fighter,
kept me alive.