The world thrives on stories of hope,
Little cracked,but surviving homes;
I live each moment in awe
From when life picked me first
So out of line, yet so full of want;
You are home to me,my world,
The only constant reminder,
My prayers and wishes answered;
No matter what changes around,
Am blessed;love can be found
If you raise a toast for the gifts
That equally to strangers, you receive to give.
Today’s prompt by Tina & Amrita’s page for thankful Thursday post is about Home. I have always found home with people and not in places. So this is a verse dedicated to the friends and my husband who have made home in my heart. Also Jamie asked us to write a poem on raising a toast to life. This is my thankful verse for life for the blessings and the constant reminder that there always is love around when you give that freely to others.
Also linking this poem to Open Link night.
Leaving another verse about being light for yourself and others that I am glad I learned some how , even if a little late ..
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On this road. . . This is my "how did I get here" poem. I am here supported by the love of a lot of poets who read me , helped me grow and challenged me when I became complacent. I am here fighting my own darkness, some days being the light and other days accepting any light from the kind souls. I am here to do all this and more for others on this road. #lights #writing #journey #milestones #writingchallenge #octpowrimo
Stay blessed !