Thank you

Thank you for digging me out

From the pile of moldering leaves,

Wiping the hallmark of shout

That the autumn has left on my sleeves.

Thank you for taking my hand

And helping me rise from despair;

For pretending that you understand

The whistling wind in my hair.

Thank you for giving me light

When shade was asleep in my head

And leading me home through the night

From the porch, to the edge of my bed.

Thank you for being so kind

And giving the blessing of trust

To my tired and fanciful mind

That was stuck in the claws of the past.

You gave me the force to restart;

My future was lain in a man.

Thank you for healing my heart

And thank you for hurting again.

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