I was asleep, and suffering awakened me.
I was unaware, and the harsh lens of reality
Placed into focus what I refused to see:
That life is a stairway of broken steps,
Leading upward, to growth and actualization
And in the fog of existential aches
I lost sight of myself, completely.
Now, falling backward to the basest step
Having lost my health, livelihood, way forward,
I have come to recognize the beauty of brokeness
Having for the first time in a very long time
Reverenced the gift of simply being alive
The greater purpose of caring for my young dependents
With hope that we are broken down to be built up again
With renewed determination and grateful hearts
For what lies ahead beyond the wreckage.