This is in gratitude
to spirit; who guides me
speaking to me through
voices of songs and essays
through the wind at my ears
and the sand in my toes
How can I even repay these gifts
arriving at this late hour
My heart is stoned; my head exploding
spirit speaks and reminds my fear
that it is time for it to go
That I must move forward bravely
Within this turmoil, I am thankful
for the whispering truth in my soul
for the strength to face the day
for the ability to smile at my demons
to share the gifts given to me
since it was never about me to begin with
It is the path
beckoning me forward
in gratitude
it is the path
calling my name out
so clearly
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