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.
This poem is about:
Me