Thankful

I am thankful for my hands 

The way they use a pen to write words as smooth as butter.

To write my fears,

My tears,

And my better years.

I am thankful for my mind

How it's always so quick witted

And  undiminished

How when the going gets worst 

It won't let me hurt,

It tells me to, "keep pushing on"

And I do.

I am thankful for the ground I walk upon

For it keeps me steady when I feel I'm spirling out of control

I am thankful for my eyes

They help me see the words written across the screen.

They help me see the things I would love to believe.

They help me see the beauty 

And also the misery.

I am thankful for my child like charms

Without them I don't know how I'd be able to hold on.

I'm thankful for all these things but mostly

I'm thankful for just being me 

And always having my poetry.