Sitting alone,
Knees clutched to chest,
Feeling confused,
Empty and lost,
Salty tears gently caress my cheeks,
Letting me know I am still alive.
If I can feel their cascade and taste their essence,
Am I not lost?
Lost in my mind,
Lost in my story,
Lost in my trauma.
Can I not still feel my fingers?
Can I not still feel my feet?
Can I not still feel my heartbeat?
Am I not still alive?
Breathing.
Existing.
I am.
I am alive.
I am breathing.
I am existing.
I am searching.
I am healing.
I am not my story.
I am not my trauma.
I am not my past.
I am safe.
I am grounded.
I am remembering.
I am connecting.
I am light.
I am divine.
I am source.
I am home.