poem: a living testament
you teetered on the edge, yelling, thrashing, bleeding into the crevasse, knowing one day you’d be enveloped.
(we had all but bid you adieu.)
yet, in the midst of anger and chaos, you took a step back, then another, then ran, full-speed, into this life.
(we couldn’t believe it.)
now, seven years after your almost-death, there are smiles, laughs, and well-wishes, surrounding you in a blanket of love.














