For These Things

For the long nights

When I am alone-

But not- with my fingers

Dancing over the keys

Making music and art,

For my voice that remains

Strong, unfettered, and unbroken,

I am thankful.


For the nights when

I am not home,

And I am not alone,

And I sit with my friends,

When we talk and laugh for hours

Over coffee and memories,

Until we stare unblinking into the sunrise,

I am thankful.


For the time I spent

Not worrying on the future,

But reflecting on the past

And who it has made me today.

For not having to

Worry about what tomorrow may be,

But on what today is,

I am thankful.


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