Still Here

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i’m sorry,
i can get a little grim
every now and then.

the things i’ve survived?
you wouldn’t know
whether to laugh
or to cry.

sometimes
i am both;
the sadness
and the joy.

the rain
and the rainbow
that follows every storm.

some days i smile
like i haven’t been
through anything.

and other days,
i can’t find the strength
to get out of bed.

but i’m still here,
still trying
to breathe
through every rise
and every fall.

and sometimes
i wonder
if i’ll ever stop
apologizing
for being alive.