Thanksgiving

She said being thankful was a lot like learning how to swim...

I guess that’s why I drowned. 

I began with the sun and cursed in the name of cancer. 

The moon, and all her glories, controlling the fury of tides. 

How could I thank an unrelenting god? 

Why, I could praise the air? 

The same poisonous air taking your brothers and sisters away. 

Today I could give thanks to the earth, 

although her rotting fast approaches. 

Do I thank the people who have ruined her too? 

Do I thank him for taking her childhood because there’s a better piece of him now walking the earth? 

How about myself and pain?

To exist I am conditioned to believe I would be grateful for this. 

And maybe gratitude is only for the grateful.