In my world of blacks and grays
you're my only burst of colours
you're my only source of light
shining so brilliantly bright...
amongst the shadow mines
devised, conjured up by my own mind...
You, are the ladder to my sanity
out of this pit of black hole
So if i never told you so, i'm sorry
but i'm thankful... i'm thankful...

That moment when a gesture
heralds the thought of contemplation
and you revaluate your attention.  
no longer do you feel sullen within,
knocking on the doors buried thoughts.
for one single action can create ripples
upon the deliberation of what we,
l have to be thankful for with a single action .

Lately I have been feeling at peace with my emotions
Floating in a deep dark ocean
But still finding complete satisfaction
I found a solution to all of my painful emotions

"You"

loving me with complete satisfaction
regardless of my reaction
taking in all of my rejection
Forcing me to face my lack of emotional affection
Teaching me that to love we must take action
You staying around and showing total devotion
Loving me with no limitation

This peace I owe it to you for loving me regardless of my inability to love you to my best ability

This tranquility has become my reality

this time last week,
i was curled up in a ball on my bed
trying to get through my latest
mental breakdown.
i did get through it, just like ones before last week.
i'm in a spot in my life where
stepping outside onto the deck feels...
fresh and awakening, rather than debilitating.
going to my class felt new and inspiring,
rather than repetitive.
seeing you after waiting all week felt
euphoric & satisfying.
i'm at a point in my life where
i can start to pinpoint where things started going wrong.
so now, i'm making them right.
i'm thankful for it.
i'm thankful for everyone who helped
me realize that there are
things to be thankful for.

My hands are so dry
So dry that granite can stain them
Dry like the grand canyons
Crevices that run deep
Dry from all the salty droplets that once fell upon them
For hours that lonely night
So dry that no life can stand within or upon them
Dead and lifeless
Emotions no longer flow
Left empty
Not even crying any longer

But you came to repair them
With every touch you replenished them
Filled them with life
Lathered them with the lotion
Nourished them with your love
Healed them with your care
You held my hand even after they no longer felt
Even after I had given up
All hope gone
Left dead
You brought me back up on my feet
Filled my canyons with your love
Your support
Your care
I couldn’t thank you more
Be anymore thankful to have you then
And now…
I live in your hands

Your hands are the only thing to me
Your hands are what brought meaning back in my life
And I am still here because
You still hold my hand

One More Wrinkle On The Upper Lip

Yup,
One more wrinkle on the upper lip!
I quip you not.
It came this morning
Like a ship on the horizon, showing up
A shapeless form from out the blue.
What shall I do?
I’m much too old and used to lines
To be the type that whines;
Too old and worldly wise
To be one who modifies a truth.
“You have no longer youth - the truth.
You can’t expect a skin youth-smooth.
Be glad that you can see reflections
Looking back at you
                                 at all.”
I left the mirror on the wall
And went to yoga.

Be thankful that you can see it, said my friend".

One More Wrinkle On The Upper Lip 9.1.2017
Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Woman II;
Arlene Corwin

Paying it forward
Heroes don't always wear capes
Thank you, uncle John