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.