Back On-Line

The body remembers,

even when the mind tries to forget.

It hums again,

sparks again,

fires again—

like a storm clearing the static from the air.

I wake with proof of life

pressed against the morning,

a reminder that blood still runs,

that the pulse is louder now

than the silence ever was.

Once, sickness stole it all—

my strength, my sleep, my center.

But today the furnace burns clean,

the engine roars steady,

and the weight I carry feels

like training, not punishment.

This is recovery.

This is reclamation.

This is the body saying:

“I am not done.

I am alive.

I am back online.”

And somewhere in the quiet,

I wonder if you’d recognize

the fire that never fully went out—

the one that still knows your name

without needing to speak it.