Be grateful for the little things
the laughter and commingling
the friendships and the fellowships
the quiet times alone
Be grateful for the scars and lumps
for life is messy, full of bumps
every wrinkle that we earn
attests to how we’ve grown
Be grateful for another breath
for all the trials and the tests
for there’s no light without the dark
honing strength unknown
And so we shed our outer skin
reveal our fortitude within
as twilight abdicates its grasp
we rise again, reborn
© Ginny Brannan 2018
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