Me: I have a chronic illness. chronically ill am I. My illness is chronic. I experience my illness in a chronic fashion. Chronically, I will experience illness. Chronic. Illness.
we just got your x-ray results back and i’m afraid that there’s some bad news. it appears that there is an entire spooky skeleton inside of you and there’s nothing we can do to remove it. i’m so sorry.
This is what healing looks like:
blooming / reaching towards the light /
falling into the sunset / ripping wings off
and watching as they regrow / holding
a paintbrush between teeth and painting
the trees a glowing, hazy pink.
And this is what healing looks like:
nails painted with the ocean’s foam /
laughter like chocolate / a baby opening
its eyes for the first time / the little hiccup
when someone crying really hard stops /
the watery smile after the last tear.
And this is what healing looks like:
purple / twined vines & stitched hearts /
hands clutching / a plane landing / sky
scrapers / paper cuts healing / the
smell of hospitals / reaching out to
touch the stars /
leaving the stars alone because there is
enough wonder down here anyway /
because there is enough wonder in just
you alone anyway.