translate gratitude

transported to a place i never was
ready to let go of before the
always sturdy personal reality has cracks
not to mention bruises from mistakes and
some stupid mistakes and wounded others
like a hurt runner still finishing the marathon
absolutely amazed at the yearly change of
those things i thought may never improve
every day is now better because of you
getting up is no longer torture or
requesting a nap like puzzle pieces that fit
attempting to stay energetic in this way
testing myself and working hard every day
it is like waking up with already brewed dark roast
then turning over and seeing smiling cloudy eyes
under a blanket of comfy morning
darling songs that are you just singing thoughts
even our sense of humor is similar and rediculous

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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