Halfway

My meals are half-eaten, my body

half emaciated

The other half in shining light

My sheets are half twisted

with old dreams of death

Though life now warms my pillows

and peace warms my breath

My thoughts pass like ghosts

of the demons they once were

I am halfway 

up a smooth slope

Feet gaining traction

as I slowly go

away from being nothing;

I am halfway 

to whole.