I am thankful

For all the difficult times,
that revealed to me,
how strong I could be.

For all the toxic people in life,
Who taught what exactly,
I would never turn to be.

For all the hurdles in my ways,
that showed there is always
an alternate route to chase.

For all the flopped plans of mine,
that unveiled the new beginnings
awaiting the perfect time.

For all the failures that showed,
Temporary has been all dismay
& life has to move on, anyway.

For all the successes just for a while
Exposing the naked jealousies,
camouflaged as smiles.

For all the disappointing moments
Revealing truly sincere people besides.
who’ll shield me from harsh tides.

For that ultimate peaceful smile
That has struggled through tears
And survived through several fears.

I am thankful for all that learning
Despite all pain while  yearning.

Let us be grateful
Everyday.
For everything that comes
our way.
For every little blessing  and all
kinds of times.
Let’s take life as given
and try to stay kind.
Through rough times we grow
Through rough times we learn
We will fall and learn to stand tall.
Always say thank You
That’s all!!

Shell✨🐚

It’s just that your mind is yet to be trained to see positive things happening.

"I'm sorry"
The echo
that fills the cracks
in the spaces in between
pieces of a broken heart
of damages dealt and received
regrets and areas of lack
of missing the mark and
not measuring up to par
or not being good enough
for the other


"Thank you"
The simple whisper of
a soul found and mended
a stomach well fed
lungs filled with breath to sing
of gifts given and received
of lovingkindness graciously bestowed
of embracing the other


"I love you"
The tender glance of eyes
beholding beauty
the cries of joy
of a revived heart beating pompously
The strength renewed to a fallen warrior
restored to eternal glory
redeems every "sorry"
overflows every "thank you"
and always lavishing
declaring

"Beloved, I live for you."

-thepoeticwit

Each day
The weight of a leaf

Falling
into a pile
we gather
up
at the end

Each leaf is 5 grams;
but the pile
weighs
hundreds of
pounds

No weight in our hand
Simply the feeling
Of crisp form

Its corners, ridges,
And variegation
of hues

Some days we conclude in prayer,
“Oh, thank God it’s over,”

Yet it counts,
this one leaf,
filling our bin of days

Experiencing
Ourselves,

One leaf at a time.