From pages of dreams and scribbles of frustration.
I am from diagnoses on paper
(tangible proof of a hidden illness I desperately wish would heal.)
I am from pain and sleepless nights.
From pulling myself up by the boots and forging on.
(Despite the fatigue,
Despite the looks from those who couldn't possibly understand,
Despite the words from those who choose not to.)
I am from faith.
From choosing to be kind and choosing to be humble.
I am from a mind and a heart that believes
the best days of my life have not yet been realized.
(So I'm strengthened,
and very, very grateful for another day and another opportunity
to live my best life.)
I am from hope.