To The Things That Stayed With Me

One day…

I stopped asking things to hold me.
I started learning how to hold myself.

My pillow still listens,
but now I speak to myself too.

My bed still carries my tired body,
but I am learning to carry my heart.

My blanket still warms me,
but I am learning to find warmth within me.

My mirror…
slowly begins to show someone softer again.

My light…
is no longer outside of me.
It lives inside me now.

And for the first time…
I am not just surviving.
I am becoming.