5:30am 22nd February 2019

She realised she must
be grateful for fucked up shit.
They were still alive.

Impossible thought!
But in the early morning,
she felt a new day.


The smell of onions
on her washed hands was life now.
They cooked together.

Some days they chanted,
cross-legged, closed-eyes, holding hands.
Other days he’d walk.

Deep breaths.

Everyday she learned
more of miracles, his
mind, strength, will-power

and in herself she
discovered true agony
and resilience.

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