as much as I want to write a poem,
at this moment in time my mind needs to purge,
I need to let these thoughts off
regardless if I will be heard,
from my daughter to my best friends,
to my mother, to my love & birthday twin,
to all who've stood beside me through
the aches and pains, tears of shame,
I'm thankful for your patience
thankful that my name isn't etched
into stone shadowing my grave
or within the urn, it wasn't my turn to roll the dice
I hesitated, fumbling with my fingers
debating with my life,
decided twice that I wasn't ready
I was in my feelings, mentally unsteady
but my tribe, the Ones who stood beside me
and let me confide as desired,
commemorated my presence
carried me through the fire,
kept me inspired to revive
evened out my odds,
never doubted your placement by God
with these words I give you thanks,
with my love I show you grace.
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