my own survivor

there are some moments

where i'm not making anything beautiful or great,

and I'm not getting anything done.

I don't have "likes" validating my experience

and even so,

I have nothing to show.

But it is in these moments

that I'm finally 

and fully

not fighting myself.

The sword is sleeping in the corner.

And I am sitting,
breathing --

my mind shimmering like a soft, still lake.

Here I am

again,

okay.