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,
I write this to say:
Our bodies fight,
We are built to survive,
and find ways to be alright.