For each thought I voice aloud
Another hundred remain silent.
For each time I whisper, “Hold me”
Too many fearful nights have passed.
For each memory that claws the surface
Others I pack away untouched.
For each tension point that loosens
A knot in my stomach continues to grow.
For each year marked on the calendar
That alarm bell rings sharp as ever.
But for each wound that still is tender
Another is a dull, faint bruise.
For each hour of therapy in the books
This heart resembles more of human flesh.
For each image seared behind my eyes
A reminder of safety takes its place.
For each weakened, anxious moment
There is a calm that says, “You’re strong.”
For each second I want to rewind
My soul breathes, “Life is here and now.”