Returning Joy

there were the bad days that i got into a habit of calling every day.
then there was the sunrise, always surprised to see me
& i, it.

there was the fear i would lose my name
& my face.

& there was a prayer i didn’t realise i was praying
until i looked at my busy, pained hands.

good grief. good gracious. good god.
joy.
i woke up
& i woke up loved.