What I'm Grateful for the Past Year
the spring budding blooms of my sociality
the way the sun kisses my face amongst commutes
the choices, though endless, are present
bags gathered, an onion atop a post
the daily synchroneities when one slowly ponders
the crisp sound of a page being turned
the self-parenting prides in my choices, however minute
exploring and mapping the vastness of my creations
the clutching with whitened knuckles upon hope
the needles inside my bones twisting but never breaking
the taking of my ink to a new page
curiosity holding my hand guiding me through all
the way I am shifting the mask away
the paths of all tied together creating
the way my lips part to reveal my soul smile
another year blessed to me
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