they say that every 27 days,
the human skin replenishes itself.
how nice it is to think, every 27 days,
I have another chance.
this is not the end.
this is the beginning of the next few weeks
where my skin will turn
bruises into flesh,
scabs into scars,
hurt into healing.
where my words will change
apologies into appreciation,
anger into tolerance,
hurt into healing.
where my mind will change
imbalance into equilibrium,
and bury the person I am now
underneath the person I will become.
I just have to be here to see it.
I just have to keep waking up
one more day.