Months Poem by Cati Walthall

One week turns into two weeks
As this two weeks turns into a month
Time flies quickly
But the clock ticks slowly
Waiting for that month to become an hour
I will not let this clock mock me anymore
I turned that month into 2 months,
Then two months more
I cried and cried
Why is recovery so hard?
I want this so badly
But I get blinded by the clock that ticks away
Waiting for months of recovery to go to waste
As I hold on to little straps of strings
I pull myself up with all my strength
And I'm just taking it day by day
For this is all I can take
I hear the clock ticking louder
As the amount of days get bigger
But I block everything out
And force myself to keep hanging on
Sooner than I know it,
It's been 7 months, and soon to be 8
With each month that goes by,
I become more proud of myself
I've become a stronger person
And more importantly,
I'm becoming the person I've always wanted me to be