Step By Step

step
    by
      step
I
 heal
     the
wounds
      torn
open
    by
      trauma
laughing
        after
crying
      is
        the
best
    kind
        of
medicine
        the
bane
    of
      my
existence
         is
out
   of
     my
control
       all
          I
can
   do
     is
       breathe
through
       the
moment
      where
my
  brain
       feels
threatened
         while
signaling 
         my
body
    to
      remain
still
     battle
wounds
      form
from
    unsuccessful
attempts
        I
         form
boxes
     with
         my
breathing
         as
I
 follow
       the
circle
      around
and
   around
trying
      to
stay
    calm
while
     crying
isn’t
     my
       strong
suit
   but
      I 
       try
and
   I
    applaud
myself
      with
the
   little
attempts
        of
progress
       little
by
   little
step
    by
      step
I
 grow