I'm...lost.
I look at my hands in front of me and don't recognize the body it belongs to.
I look at my reflection in its eyes and not a flicker of knowing.
But I got to see her today, and my body slowly set itself right, shaking its leg along with hers.
I still don't know who I am when I look in the mirror, my face seems to change every day.
There are harder battles fought by those closest to me, I remember.
I only have to deal with forgetting, while they are forced to remember their own demons.
But today I saw hope run across her face.
A new word I'd only seen twice on her.
Her color is fading from the harsh red it once was like her own hair color.
I hope that when she's out and okay, my mind will start to be as well.
But here's to whoever reads this, because you've made it here and have lived through unimaginable stuff.
But you're still here.
And you better fight back twice as hard.
