It starts with a breath…
in
and out
in
and out.
Followed by first steps
and short words,
temper tantrums
and messy drawers.
And then one day
it hits you–
without a warning,
you’re 22.
You look back
and wonder
what happened
when you were younger.
You recall some good times,
mostly drowned out by the bad.
You wonder where it all went wrong
and why you lost your dad.
You swell with regret
and wish you could go back
to the time when life was easy
when you could just relax.
Instead you’re 22
with 5 diagnoses
left wondering why
you got these instead of trophies.
But don’t forget
that you’re a fighter–
that at the end of it all,
you’ll only be wiser.
It ends with a breath…
in
and out
in
out.
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