I see my purple bags 
From all my sleepless night of standing at the sink hands full of the medicine I hope will dull the pain
I see the rolls that make me cry slumped in front of the mirror unable to move for fear of looking up at myself 

I know soon it will be over soon this hell hole will stop burning with the constant pain
That finally I will go back to my three month heaven of friends that are so close to family 
The wind in my hair 
Ocean spraying 
I know it is Closer than it feels 
Each moment ticking forth 
Is a moment closer 
To peace 

January
March 
April
May 
June

a simple five months 
Can feel like a lifetime
Almost infinity