My heart is broken
but still beating.
My breath’s been taken
yet I still breathe.
I’ve been abandoned
but I’m not alone.
I’m wounded and scarred
yet very much alive & well.

Air moving through my lungs,
blood pulsing through my veins and the spirit of
my Creator dwelling inside me.
I survived. I am here.
Sometimes b a r e l y m o v i n g.
but moving, very much aware,
flashing memories, painful,
of all I’ve been through.
I. go. on.
I can even smile
and really mean it
sometimes.
I am a survivor.