She is solid
an unmoving river that has
washed all my sorrows away
and if it were not for her
I don’t know if I would have
both my legs to stand on
or both my lungs to breathe
as they beat in my chest
reminding me that I am still alive
And I’m alive
that’s the miracle of it all
that reminds me to be grateful
everyday
when I get out of bed each morning
I’m still here
with both my hands and my heart
and my sickly brain
and she is the only reason I breathe
she is the only obstacle
