SKYE stephenson

Thank you for my brokenness,
Thank you for my pains,
Thank you for the sacred memories
that run through my many brains.

Thank you for forgetting me,
Or so I sometimes think;
Thank you for remembering me,
And not giving me what I thought I need.

Thank you for the lessons,
Tough and challenging to boot;
Thank you for the nothingness,
Darkness and the void; zero and the root.

Thank you for the rainbows
That live within my heart –
Connecting me body, mind and soul
To those with whom I am apart.

Thank you for the solitude,
My favorite times and space;
Thank you for the great creation
Of the human race.

Thank you for nothing,
For things just as they are –
Broken, bound, and fettered,
Sometimes seemingly so far from the stars –

Until that moment when we find those stars
In rivers, rocks, and streams
That bloom with crimson love
From seeds within the heart of dreams.