My words are wind
and love is my blood.
Let light be the sight
that guides me
through the ridiculous shadows
of my fears.
I will not be held captive
in slow death—
withering while fire cools
to embers, then cold ash.
Mine is the teeming, pulsing
chaos of life.
Gratitude
for this day,
for this breath.
~
Relephant Reads:
Gratitude Is Not a Band-Aid.
Finding Gratitude Through the Fog.
~
Author: Peter Schaller
Volunteer Editor: Kim Haas/ Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock
Photo: courtesy of the author
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