My being.

Every being of my body wants to be okay.
To be healthy.
But knows i'm not.

Every being of my soul wants to body and mind to know it's okay.
It's okay i don't have it figured out.
It's okay that it's taking longer then expected.
Longer then expected to heal.
To be healthy.

Every being of my mind wishes it could just concentrate.
Keep on trucking.
Be motivated 'like before.'

But every being of my heart knows that i have to give it time.
Need to let my body heal inside out.
That i am very blessed to have friends, support, and doctors to help me.

The confidence will come as the healing continues.
The healing will continue as i give myself time.
Time to breathe.
Time to grow.
Time to turn into the person I'm supposed to be.

The person i've wanted to be all along.