Four Hundred Forty-Four Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A year, two months, eighteen more suns,
A path I walked, where the healing runs.
Four hundred forty-four new bright days,
Through shifting skies and misty haze.

Each morning's breath, a gentle plea,
'Just this one day, and just be me.'
No craving deep, no heavy sway,
Just living life, each single day.

A quiet strength, a steady hand,
On solid ground, I firmly stand.
The past is gone, the future far,
I am right here now, my own bright star.

This simple truth, my guiding light,
To make it through, from morning till night.
One day at a time, I softly say,
And find my peace, along the way.