Day one: shock

Just let me sleep.

Does not matter what is going on around me.

The pain does not exist.

Only tiredness remains.

I will handle everything else later.

***

Day two: momentum

I feel the pain now.

Irritation from all the little things.

The taste of blood in my mouth a constant reminder.

This is not as bad as I thought.

Maybe I was worried for no reason.

***

Day three: crashing

No, I was wrong.

No words exist to express how miserable I am.

I hurt in ways I never knew I could.

Please give me release.

It is too much to handle.

***

Day four: the rally

I have already felt the worst.

Slowly learning ways to feel better.

Despite the pain, I move forward.

The metallic taste not as constant as it was.

Maybe I can handle this.

***

Day five: better

The pain is still there.

I still frequently curse the situation under my breath.

But I am better.

Food can help heal the body and my favorite things to clear my head.

Progress exists even with the hurt.

***

I must never stop counting the days.

There exists a pattern I know so well.

One of misery and also of healing.

Letting me know that my strength exists outside of a number.

Mine to build each time.

As long as I never stop counting days.