I am thankful for the mess to clean after a party because it means I have been surrounded by friends. For the taxes I pay because it means that I’m employed. For the clothes that fit a little to snug because it means I have enough to eat. For my shadow who watches me at work because it means that I am out in the sunshine. For the lawn that needs mowing, the windows that need cleaning, the gutters that need fixing because it means I have a home. For all the complaining I hear about our government because it means we have freedom of speech. For the space I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means that I am capable of walking. For the huge heating bill because it means I am warm. For the lady behind me in church, who sings off key, because it means that I can hear. For the piles of laundry and ironing because it means that I have clothes to wear. For the aching muscles at the end of the day because it means I have been productive. For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I’m alive.

i will love you forever - whatever happens. until i die and after i die, and when i find my way out of the land of the dead, i’ll drift about forever, all my atoms, until i find you again.

I didn’t write it down to build a poem. I wrote it down because that is what I do with the things that unravel me. I drag them across a page.

They want you thinking you’re bad at being a girl instead of thinking you’re good at being yourself.

Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.