Being okay has been an unmarked territory
for years now. An unmarked grave.
I have been writing mountains into existence
since I learned how much power I still have
over this brief body. I’ve been moving
those mountains out of my way ever since
I looked at my hands and for the first time
saw two miracles in front of me.
I am the hero of this story, full of fight
and ferocity. I have lived inside my own skull
for years; that’s why I’m so headstrong.
Everyday I choose to wake up and face
the sky is another day I am getting better,
another day closer to something greater
than I will ever be.
— excerpt from Mythology by Lydia Havens