To let go of all the anger and forget the panic.
To stop having bad dreams and sleep like a baby.
To remember that how I live matters, not where.
To remember that my parents raised me with so much love,
to live free and happy, not scared and jittery.
To have the courage to do whatever it takes,
to go home in my mind and feel myself again.
This post was written in response to – The Poetry of List-Making