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Tuesday, November 29, 2005

saying thank you even if you can't


there are times when it is awkward, difficult even to say thank you..how much you appreciate the sunrise and welcome the sunset. how velvety is the night. how the soft breeze that filters inside your room is a welcome change...

there are times when it is difficult to smile...coming off from a good cry. difficult even, to open your eyes and acknowledge the simply prettiness of things, the fragile beauty that surrounds you.

yes, it comes off hard to say how thankful we are to be alive.

yes, it comes off hard to say how thankful i am to be living.

but still i say thank you.

thank you for being pained, more than once.
thank you for being hurt, a couple of times.
thank you for getting bruised in my life's journey.
thank you for pricking those tears from my very core...for making me feel its heaviness as it travels to my heart and be flushed and washed out from my eyes.

my knees could only take so much fall.
my heart could only take so much pain.
and my soul could only take so much sadness.

still, i thank you.
my ALL. my greatest CONFIDANTE. my HEALER. my STRENGTH.
there's nothing much to do.

i hear paper being cut.

incessant chatter drowned by the televisions own babbling...

i stay here.
my body's here.
and yet, my heart's not in sync with the tune.