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I hear Ana calling,

congratulating me

How far I've come

"You've finally made it,"

she says with a smile.

I've made it.

I'm the envy of sick little girls

Hip bones, shoulders bones

Bones, bones, bones.

I've finally made it;

the battle is won.

I'm walking tall today.

Walking tall, on stick-thin legs.

Walking tall, but never running.

Walking tall, afraid of falling.

I hear Ana calling

Congratulating me

how far I've come.

I've finally made it

past IVs, feedbags, and quarantine.

I've made it.

I've stared in disgust

and cried tears of mourning

for all that I have lost.

But I survived the pain,

fought the good fight and won.

I am breathing still today.

Yet I hear Ana calling

Congratulating me

How far I've come.