Road to Recovery

Forgotten, but not forgetful

Remembered, but not in a memory

Pushed, but not knocked

Punched, but not like a bag

Strong, but not a rock

Broken, but not shattered

I dream but I'm not a dreamer.

I'm here, just by presence.

I'm here, but for what purpose?

To forget To remember To be pushed To be punched To Be strong To be broken To dream To be present

I'm here, because I belong.

I'm here, because when I'm forgotten, I make something new to be remembered by.

I'm here, to remember, you, her, him, us, it, the winters, the summers.

I'm here, to be pushed around like a tree branch by the wind, but to then get up, come back thicker, and prove that even the wind cant push me.

I'm here, to be punch, like a boxing bag, or perhaps an amateur boxer in a boxing ring. But I'm also here, to get up, and punch back, because amateurs can instantly become intermediates.

I'm here, to be strong, to have a strong mind, to help you, help me, help us, help everyone, get by, even on their - not so strong days.

I'm here, to be broken, to be shattered all over the floor, because that, that - helps you grow.

I'm here, to dream, of possibilities, of reasons, of the past and of the future, of me, of you, of us, of them, to make those dreams reality.

I'm here, to be present, because everyones presence is needed. Mine, yours, ours, theirs. We are needed to help each-other get through broken times, to help each-other get through heeling times, and to help each-other get through the good times.

Me, You, Us, we can do this. We can become the unexpected. We can become anything we have ever dreamed of, we can succeed, we can make it work. For us. We can recover.