i am grateful for
the ground i walk upon -
how the earth moves beneath my feet, how the oceans call upon my name,
how the breeze tilts through my will.i am grateful for
the saddened bit of happiness carved, after ever sip of your liquid affection,
a sour taste on my cherry stained lips -
you would take a sip from my sadness,
and cry a river in my shoes.i am grateful for
how the clouds cry sorrows of puddles,
just to make my day a little brighter;
how the sun dims,
each and every day,
falling into liquid hues of amber,
sliding down my throat,
burning my every word;
grateful for that silent bit of relief,
every time
i'm on the brink of unconsciousness,
a silent lull,
a drifty blur of thoughts
and your used to be love.
YOU ARE READING
the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.