Gratitude

I'm not easily

thankful

not easily

satisfied

not easily

taken out

of the grief

the anguish

that seems

to come

from nowhere...

But today

your hands

your fingers

your lips

your eyes

your arms

they touch

they reach for

they kiss

they see me

they embrace

all I am

and squeeze away

the pain

Dysphoria

Emotions

are out

of control

You are not

to blame,

my love

I am not

to be judged,

my love

Hormonious

life

surpasses me

I´m exhausted

from feeling

so much

Reshaping

The sources

of reality

escape

perception


The contact

with the mere

source

of sadness


Deepness

becomes

the size

of life