Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem that joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” 

As a young child,

I watched my mom lose parts of her brain,

to a virus that ran wild,

nothing remained the same.

And yet, with time, her mind, found new ways of being,

reconnecting, circumventing, complementing,

the missing and damaged parts,

to restart.

I write this to say:

Our bodies fight,

We are built to survive,

and find ways to be alright.