Cheers.

Here’s to the poetry

that is written for one,

recited for another,

given meaning by the third.

Here’s to the words

that make me rejoice

while i stay awake and wonder

if you ever cared enough

for me to open the gate

to free the bird.

Here’s to the poetry –

that beautiful shade in the rain,

my only source of joy

with the breathtaking thunder.

Here’s to the words

that dig deeper than the wounds

and sprout the flowers

of love and freedom

making me feel less like a blunder.

Here’s to the poetry

that instilled life in the remains

of a carcass fading away

making me believe in

the power of my pain

and my soul getting younger.

Here’s to ME

for giving out a piece of myself

every time I share my words,

my poetry – my children

for the love of my grace.

So thankful for the wonderful escape,

I give in. I surrender.