Every so often, I sink.
Every so often, I think I’m done.
Every so often, I hurt myself.
Every so often, I die a little more inside.
Every so often, I give up the fight.
Every so often, I see someone else fighting.
Every so often, I see someone else surviving.
Every so often, I see someone else living.
Every so often, I close my eyes, cry tears so hard they’re virtually ripped from my bare soul, force myself to take another breath; to not die; to not simply stop existing; to not be consumed by a vastness so great, I don’t know if there is anything that could ever encompass it…
Every so often, I fight.
I hope to one day I see a sea of people all wearing silver ribbons as a sign that they understand the secret battle and that they celebrate the victories made each day as we individually pull ourselves up out of our foxholes to see our scars heal, and to remember what the sun looks like.
Me? I hope one day that this battle is less secret. I hope one day this battle sees more victories. I hope we pull ourselves up and pull each other up. I hope our scars heal in the sun.
I hope to fight, survive and live.
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