I’m grateful for slow mornings;
where I can lie in bed a little longer,
the sun’s rays, gently brushing across my face.

I’m grateful for the days the rain sounded kinder than my thoughts
it’s rhythm drowning my anxiety

For the versions of me that I was quick to dismiss,
thank you for holding on anyway,
for paving the way forward

For what no longer fits,
what no longer hurts,
and everything it taught me

For the delays that protected me from what I couldn’t yet see.
How could I ever thank you for your timing?

For the people who stayed in the midst of my storms.


And for the tears that almost fell but didn’t, and the many times they did.
I used to think it would last forever.
It didn’t.

I’m grateful for all the days where dancing felt like therapy.

And somewhere in between all of these,
Sunlight, rain, morning tea, breaking, becoming…
A collage of living

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