Light permeates the room through the blinds on my bedroom window.
Warmth kisses my skin for the first time in what feels like months.
Though I am still exhausted something feels different today.
The weights placed on my body now lifted, though my bones
still ache from the ghost of their presence.
I sit up in bed, a seemingly simple task transformed
from impossible to merely extremely difficult.
Minute steps forward after weeks of falling back
seem odd to celebrate, but I need a victory.
They clap from the stands when the injured limps off the field.