I can’t do this but I’m doing it anyway
and as dirt shackles bone,
remember that this is me
and this is my home
For the times you are tempted to go back to being sick, remember the way you felt when you laid awake in bed listening to your heartbeat. Remember the way it beat slowly, the way you felt it screaming through your neck begging for sustenance. Begging for life. For food. For nourishment. That was you body’s way of whispering desperation and fear.