Life is Biutiful
A poem stemmed from love and forgiveness
a poem stemmed from love and forgiveness
Swimming,
walking,
grounding.
Each has helped me heal,
helped me grow,
helped me grieve.
Grieve for the man I once was,
for the chaos and hell I unleashed three months ago.
It’s okay.
I’m okay.
The body keeps the score,
and my body is healing—learning to…
breathe,
walk,
live.
Soon, I will thrive.
It’s biutiful.
The body,
the mind,
this crazy little thing we call life.