Catch me at sunrise.
Where my energy is bright.
I open my eyes to the delight of life.
I live every day to fight.
Pushing through things I never thought possible.
I know one day I’ll tell my story and it will be beautiful.
Wait on it.
Until sunset doesn’t mean I had quit.
Until my scars are a perfect fit.
Perfectly moving away from pain…happiness is in transit.
I can’t wait.
But I have to push through for a future debate.
Who else will be able to tell a perfect story of struggle than one who has lived that fate?