From Surviving to Living

I haven't seen my room

In 83 days.

I panicked the first time I saw

it, forcing myself to

Breathe, work on the skills

you've spent so long perfecting

1, 2, 3, hold, 1, 2, 3, exhale

Fucking breathe.

I left with no more than

a suitcase, a blanket, a stuffy

and a little blue shoulder bag.

I walked out with so much more,

Six new stuffies,

A long list of skills,

And a lack of addiction.

I walked out with a life.

The only thing I can

hope for now,

is that all the effort,

all the work, blood, sweat,

and tears, were worth surviving

to live for my future.

I can only hope, and luckily,

I have that spark.