This is a poem about overwhelming gratitude in a world of constant change and great loss. Gratitude is perhaps the best antidote to resentments. Still, even if one lets go of resentments, one often needs to say goodbye to whatever purpose those resentments served, in yet another change mourned. Every moving forward requires leaving behind.
Watery Grave
I wake
Finding myself
Drowning in a tsunami
Of gratitude
I new
There would be casualties
Inevitable losses
That fateful mourn
Before me
Bared at see
Bodies of resentments
I shed a tear
At their passing
A singular tributary
To their watery grave
