Is it really that unbelievable
to have made it this far?
You ask,
worried,
not understanding
the days
and weeks
and hours
the minutes of the day
where laying down
and never getting up
seemed preferable
no, easier
no, safer
no, more realistic
than continuing on
It's not that I think
I am undeserving,
well, I know I am not
though sometimes I feel it
the little nagging voice
in the back of your head
asking
wondering
prodding
asking if I am really
worth it.
And the truth is
I only am where I am
because I have you there
to remind me
that I am deserving
that I am worthy
on those days
when everything else
is telling me I am not.
