I’m awake with the sun.
my eyes are tired,
but every day I wake up,
I’ve won.
Invisible chains,
rattling and screaming,
settled, sitting in my lap
for far too long.
Regarded as unreal,
I’ve let myself believe
I could never heal
There were glass doors
and papers strewn on tables.
Lamenting souls,
faces torn from teary-eyed to dry,
a welcomed undoing
of a midlife crisis.
We were never alone.
Together, reconstructioning our psyche
in each other’s pain,
no longer nameless.
Sometimes falling can be graceful,
though it presents as failing.
We were never failures.
We’re lights in others’ lives,
burning through
the cocoons we’ve shoved into.
We’re awake with the sun.
Our eyes are tired.
But, every day we choose to wake up,
we’ve won.
Dawning Creations 
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