Friday, September 8, 2023

Inanimate - An Expression Of Gratitude

 Oftentimes, thanks is given to the living, breathing entities in our lives who stand beside us through difficult times. Of course, this is what makes sense—you give thanks to those who can take it. But sometimes, we take the non-living things in our lives for granted. Everything that we can hold in our hands, control, everything we can see... that can't see us. Yet they are there all the time, silently waiting for us to use them, to be acknowledged, and once we are done using them, forgotten about once more. These "things" will never be more than just that, and I am not insinuating that they ever will be. But you shouldn't have a reason to express gratitude. You do it because it makes you feel good. Such is this short poem, which I wrote thanking the common items that I see in my room every day and every night, which have sat quietly with me through those days where it seemed like I was my only companion—which reminded me that no matter how silent the rest of the world was, I was not alone and never would be.



I must thank the evening

For its sweet fragrance of dusk and doze

For its final ounce of light before it,

Like all others, drifts into night.


I must thank the rain

For its cool and stinging touch

For the pitter-patter it makes against the roof

In tune with my tears.


I must thank the walls

For keeping me secure

Their rough feel against my fingertips

Their strength to bear my rage.


I must thank the pillow

For sitting so calm in my arms

As my moist eyes touch dryness

And my heart yearns for relief.


I must thank the blanket

For keeping me warm

As it hugs me like a chain around my arms

Refusing to yield.


I must thank my dreams

For protecting me from the world

My guardian forever from the open air

Even as night slowly fades into day.

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