Nothing on the calendar
Nothing checked off the list
No TV show marathons
No training plans completed
Yet this Monday feels like
The first of its kind
Fresh
New
Learning how to walk again
All scraggly legs
Crumpling on the ground
But getting back up again
Like a newborn fawn
No physical changes
Nothing to write home about
Yet here I am...
...writing home
This past weekend was hard
Too much introspection
Depression
A hook down my esophagus
Into my stomach
And out my ribcage
Meditation
Deep, spirally, light-show meditation
No drugs
No aids
Nothing
Yet here I am...
....changed
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