Little changes are adding up like the
Drip drop of water that pools in the bathroom sink
from a rusty metal tap not quite stoppered.
And I am glad it is opened.
I am glad to look up from the little pool of changes turned large
To flick my eyesight skywards and head on into the mirror that steams up with condensation as I breathe
and I'm me
I breathe, and I know I am alive.
I look in this mirror and just like all the water droplets I see all the changes
And they're in me.
The tap is gushing freely since the day I took control
I took residence in the drivers seat and found the courage to twist the metal between my fingers and let it be how it is to be
And I am healthy
I see lights in my eyes again
I see a shine in my hair
I see new length to it too
I see clothes chosen with flair
I see colour flood my skin and a smile that shows teeth
I see red painted lips and weight off my hips
I see confidence in my stance, upright and straight
I see peace and tranquility less smothered by hate
But most of all, and finally
I see what I have always wanted
I see, and I know that if I am not free
I am soon to be
(I see recovery.)