Welcome to our second Poetry Sunday.

But wait! it’s not sunday. Good point.

This week’s poem will be coming out on Saturday night, like right now, because tomorrow I’m going to *try* to take the day to disconnect from technology a little, and read, maybe do yoga, idk, I’m taking the day to love myself and I don’t need to explain myself to you.

This weeks topic: GRATITUDE

While I’m not feeling especially grateful in this very moment, I had a cool moment earlier. I had an appointment with my prescriber today, to talk about how I’m doing, in that I said I was frustrated because I’m not where I want to be, but that I’m also pissed because life is ok and I have no reason to be pissed. I actually said “isn’t life fine? I’m literally wearing $1300 boots, I need to appreciate that things are okay.” and I was right. I think it’s easy to forget how good life is, especially if one part of it isn’t what you want it to be, so with that, I think it’s worth us all taking a moment to reflect on gratitude, and I wrote a poem on such topic, inspired by Emily Dickinson. Please enjoy.

In humble verse, the heart doth sing,

Gratitude, an unseen wing,

That soars beyond life’s fleeting hour,

In whispered grace, a fragrant flower.

With nature’s hymn and daylight’s gleam,

In whispers soft, in moonlit dream,

The grateful soul finds solace deep,

In whispered winds, the secrets keep.

No grand parade, no trumpet’s call,

Just whispered thanks, both great and small,

In quiet moments, felt within,

A treasure trove, where joys begin.

So let us, in Dickinson’s tune,

Embrace the grace, both sun and moon,

In whispers faint, let gratitude swell,

A sacred hymn in heart’s own well.

Where the skies are gold not gray,

J.

PS If you’re reading this, tell me something you’re grateful for!