Part 2: Thank You

The memories have tied into a journey of a lifetime,

Like a canvas with a thousand paint droplets, each having their own tale

Something I haven’t been fully thankful for, not until today.

Have I grown now? I think I can finally say so.

I’m now more realized than I was a year ago, or ever have been.

I no longer look at the ledge of my roof

to see what the stars can bargain for anymore.

Maybe the octaves of the bass and the chords of the treble on my piano

Can tell my story better than my tongue could ever articulate,

Or better than my mind could ever speak through my eyes

A story of a boy who found keys with promises beyond imagination, and played them

His fingers mistook, stumbled, and danced,

But the sound that resonated from it all was beautiful.

Something that he never heard before.

So thank you, my angel,

For being by me during my brightest moments

You taught me love, care, and worthiness

Through you, I bundled together the flowers of what life offered,

And I was able to see what was beyond the tunnel because of your lenses

Something I lacked of viewing for so long.

So thank you, my demon,

For crying with me during the late hours of the night

You taught me pain, grief, and desperation

And although the process seemed painful,

I found a clearer image of myself reflected off of the broken glass

Something I couldn’t have found from any other room.

Thank you, to whom is reading this,

For your impact on my life this year will forever be in my debt.

This is me now, a face I’ll recognize no matter how old I’ll grow.