Still Right Here

I've got a bag on my belly. Changing my mornings again.

It weighs in the silence. It talks to my pain. The mirror dares

me daily. But I'm staying on track. I stand my ground.

Still right here. I breathe it in. And I hold on.

I stand my ground. Still right here. I breathe it in.

And I hold on. People stare through my skin

without saying a word. Their eyes cut deep like an old rusty blade.

I answer with laughter, I won't play pretend. For some nights