Jonathan J. Poet Rhyme

Thank the Painter

Nothing I have is mine. 
Nothing I am is even me. 
It was given by chance, maybe something divine. 
Even others influence my poetry. 

Just because I can’t pinpoint exact 
That to which I’m attached
Or it’s origins for me
Doesn’t mean someone else didn’t have a hand in my story. 

Life is a tapestry, everything just paint
I owe a lot to the woman who saved me, that motherly saint. 
Everything I would say that I’ve built
Would be nothing if she didn’t clear out the silt. 
She taught me how to follow the thread 
To find why there was so much anger in my head. 
She showed me how to not give control to emotion
Because it tends to be a violent ocean. 
She taught me to slow down, to breathe 
And it helps when clear choices I need. 

I know clearly that nothing I have is mine,
That I am a product of those who were there for me. 
And I thank chance or whatever divine
That gave me a second hope to live, to be.

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