It’s gratitude –
For how comfortably I sit in this chair
For hands that can hold a pen
That my mind translates my thoughts into words
That I can speak
And pass on through
The magical portal of this screen,
That there are souls that
Are hearing their own hearts be met, and heard
That there is a growing flame of community
That started with a flickering candle.
That I have torched the shame of how I love
To find my people
My family
I’m grateful.