today, I’m willing.
there are days we feel well enough that we nearly forget there was malady at all.
we forget about the war being waged under the smoothest surfaces of our skin.
I have not had many of those forgetful days as of late; but the quiet of this morning, the cool promise of the air, the hours that roll out before me on this day I call ‘mine’ is enough to make me honor the pain, even the pieces I’ve fallen to.
I’m still here and I’m still willing.
today might not be so different in the realm of silent wars, but today I have peace on my mind and gratitude in my heart.
this is how we heal.
—this post was grown on the gram.