Here I am
After a breakdown
On a cozy Wednesday morn
Not wanting more
Craving desolation
But here I am
Back on my feet
All cheerful, no more gloomy
The lot of allies
That make us wild
oh, we just often ignored
They're psychic beings
They know us
They know our delicate selves
Yet, they're selfless
pouring into us
nurturing us
Every single day
Here's where our gratitude counts
Just as the petals fall onto the moss
so do we in our hard times
Not only are they allies
But unique ones
And we do owe them the whole while
What can I give in return
Than to throw confetti
© Essie