year

it’s the end

of a year.

i should write

something inspirational

about the places i went

the stars i wished upon -

maybe the times i laughed.

but i’m not going to.

because maybe this year

the bravest thing i did

was survive.

i spent my days

at war

with the person

who is my greatest enemy

(me)

and i lived.

i wish i could say

i cried

but i only

looked in the mirror

blankly

and said

“i’m fine”

to anyone who asked.

so i won’t be

posting happy pictures

with cliche captions.

it has been 365 days

and i hope there

will be 365 more.

that’s all.