Seasick

Some people say that you’re the summation of all your experiences

Everything you’ve ever done is what makes you

You.

In that case, I’m a shipwreck

Crashing from disorder

To addiction,

Stitches and

Hospital bills,

I am nothing but salt-water tears and broken bones

Colliding with every wave and cliff I’ve been trying to

Sail through safely

 

Some people say

You are who you choose to be

I like this definition better,

Because at least I have some hope in my future

And believe I can be anything I want to be

If this is true, I am

Recovery

I am alive

I am going to do something great

(One day)

I am still breathing and I am

Fighting.

 

I am fighting for a better life

I am fighting to breathe

To exist

Some days I can barely stand

Those are the days I feel like a sinking ship

But I patch up the holes

Treading water until I know I’m safe

No matter how hard the currents

Tug at my feet

I won’t let myself drown

Because

I am a fighter.

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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