Pride-full

My mind is buzzing like fireflies.

Each bug-butt-illumination brings with it
Some win or gratitude from the day.

One little light says,
We handled the activation so well!
We iced our hips when they were burning hot!

Another shouts,
We ate twice!
And we didn’t have any substances!

A third celebrates,
We only processed what we could hold!
We didn’t descend into ruminating darkness!

And they’re all correct!

I acknowledged a big, big truth today.
It didn’t squish me.

Instead,
I owned my survivorship on the internet,
I sent an email to my therapist,
And I got in bed.

The last time these memories hit,
They were maggots.

Tonight they are lightning bugs,
Glowing above the headstone of a very old wound,
Soon to be laid to rest.