Kami Kuat: I Am Strong

Lately, it's been memories and sleepless nights. My bed, our bed; these sheets smell like you. I swear I hear your voice at three am, and I'm awake for another night. I almost called you, but I talked myself out of it. Sometimes I have to remind myself to breathe. "Just breathe." I have to remind myself that the world isn't over, and that my shoulders have carried more weight than that of the pain you have caused me. I can heal. I meed to remember that yesterday is gone, no longer existent. I can't keep dwelling on a past that doesn't dwell on me. I can do this.