1/13/22
The thing that I care about
more than almost any other thing
is a heart
that is built upon
wired into
enamored by
fixated on
blind to anything other than
gratitude.
They say that it’s a muscle,
that you have to work it out,
that it’ll grow stronger over time
so let’s do some resistance training.
Not a single one of my days
would be the same without
EmmyMorganAllyChris
and the small paws on my chest each morning.
I wouldn’t be the same
without words to wade in
to sort through,
and I would still feel unwelcome
in my own body without
movement that connects me to her.
Familiarity that comes with time,
naps under a quilt,
voice memos,
learning more about his heart…
I could go on and on
and on,
and I will go on and on
because I’m believing hoping declaring
that not a moment of my life will
make way for thanklessness.
That one thing,
the thing that I care about more than almost any other,
will claim me as its own
as my heart becomes more like his.
Lightly,
Leah