Thankful
I am thankful for my hands
The way they use a pen to write words as smooth as butter.
To write my fears,
My tears,
And my better years.
I am thankful for my mind
How it's always so quick witted
And undiminished
How when the going gets worst
It won't let me hurt,
It tells me to, "keep pushing on"
And I do.
I am thankful for the ground I walk upon
For it keeps me steady when I feel I'm spirling out of control
I am thankful for my eyes
They help me see the words written across the screen.
They help me see the things I would love to believe.
They help me see the beauty
And also the misery.
I am thankful for my child like charms
Without them I don't know how I'd be able to hold on.
I'm thankful for all these things but mostly
I'm thankful for just being me
And always having my poetry.