I woke up just a few months ago. It was unclear and confusing, I didn’t realize my body didn’t work yet.
But i loved the people coming to visit me. Some, i don’t remember. Some, I was too tired to see. Some, made me laugh. Some, memories faint but still memorable.
They were the voices that I woke up to. The faces that brought me smiles. They were the hands that wrapped around me. The lips that made me hear “safe”.
Precious gifts were given in the forms of their arms.
They worked so hard to bring me back to life.
They never gave up on me, never stopped trying.
They are the reasons I’m in my living room today.