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March 18, 2015

Gratitude. {Poem}

Photo: Author's own.

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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