This poem touches me in the places I want to deny.
It stares straight at what's hard in this world...
it does not turn away from the sorrow.
Yet, "do I really think I'm owed something?"
Causes me to take stock of my personal land of plenty.
and
"if it's still a thing, I'm in the marketplace for gratitude"
letting it glow from the barricaded center of my heart,
spiraling outward beyond boundaries into every corner.
It's how hope stays rooted and resilient.
It's why I believe in the river.
Namaste'
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