GRASP WISELY (Poem)

You don't have to correct the past.

It's already forgiven.

Take pleasure in the fact that

you survived,

that what meant to kill you failed

miserably.

There is ease

in turning away from the pain

rather than sprinting towards it.

You are a breathing testimony.

Stand tall if you can.

Scan the crowd for a kindred spirit,

lock eyes and join hands.

Tell them your story. Listen to theirs.

Spread your fingers wide.

That is the length and breadth and width

of which you actually control.

Grasp wisely.