Some people say miracles don't exist.
Well, when every day of your life is a struggle and you make it to the next in spite of the overwhelming desire to jump off a building, you're performing one.

The setting sun promises me that if I can make it through the night I'll get to watch it rise again.
The bus driver that let me ride for free because I had forgotten my wallet and he said he had seen me before saved me last Thursday.

My professor who noticed my smile was smaller last lecture told me no matter how reluctant I may be to laugh, to do so all the same. That night, I went to bed for her.

Sometimes my to-do list is full of things that I've already done.
And crossing those completed tasks off the paper reminds me not to carve that list into my skin.

And it's been such a hell of a year and it's been such a long time since I was able to walk in the light.
But my eyes have begun to adjust in the darkness. And I think I'll be all right.