Becoming Me

In a silent room the world forgot me. I counted days in whispered breaths.

A fading voice, a fragile body. Waiting for the dark that never rests.

I heard footsteps down the hallway, but they never turned my way. Just my sister

bringing sunrise to the boy who'd lost his day. She said,

"Brother, there's a place where your heart can learn to run."

And she opened up a door carved from light from cold from sun.

My fingers trembled on the headset. Hope felt like a foreign tongue. But the moment

that I stepped inside I remembered being young. In that world