I had to collect myself 

My lung was in the front yard 

And my heart was on the staircase 

I had secured them to the wrong place on my body 

Because my eyes were torn from tears

It took a month to start feeling normal 

People said things like 

"Everything happens for a reason" 

And 

"All is well" 

I wondered if there was a God 

I shook my fist at him for all the years I hadn't saw repair 

I talked to a God and asked him questions because I knew that he was there 

He just kept looking at me 

Slowly drying my tears day and night while I couldn't breathe 

He didn't have to fix it 

I just had to realize 

He's doing all of it with me