Gratitude
There was a time
I felt as if life had no meaning
I dangled in between
material things that
awarded me with
temporary joy
And like self satisfaction
it felt good for the
here and now
yet it produced
absolutely nothing
I never learned how
to walk in gratuity
too busy wearing
shoes that led me
down a thankless
road believing this world
owed me something
I lived life ungrateful
but soon I had no choice
but to surrender myself
to humble
Where my ego was
knocked off a soapbox
taking away all what
I thought was mine
Now as I stand
on the front line
of barren
I retraced my steps and
became thankful
Thankful for
Breath
heartbeat
and limbs that move in formation
and eyes wide enough
to watch the moon fall
and the sun rise
I was awarded with
another day
Days that allowed me
to feast until satisfied
Dressed until warm
A place to rest and
welcome slumber
I had no idea how
rich I was until
I lost it all
That's when I discovered
I was now living
in the abyss
of my own gratitude
4-1-2020
Copyright © Lala Deville | Year Posted 2020
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