VOICES ON THE INSIDE

I can walk into a room
Full of smoke, or full of
Uncertainty, bad air, bad
Energy. But.
It is up to me to
Walk out.
It is up to me to balance
Out my life.

By my own growth I’m pushing the toxins out
My surgery scar, from the bottom of my stomach
To the point under my chest
52 staples
Cut opened at a time in my life to take out bullets
To stop the internal bleeding.
To sew my insides that ruptured.

Though, it healed with pure honey and a touch of god’s grace
Like the air that my lungs takes in, my body took in those bullets.
Those bullets had to be taken out just like the toxins do in my life
My choices led me to that point, and I fought to breathe.
For moments at a time there was zero oxygen flowing.

– I couldn’t breathe –

I couldn’t control what was put into my body or taken out.
I was the result of what I breathed in and breathed out.
But just like my surgery scar, I was given the tools of Grace
To Live and be seen despite the things that ruptured my life body and soul.