Gratitude In Verse

For the morning’s first light, 
soft upon the curtains, 
for the steam rising from my cup, 
warming my hands to stillness — 
I give thanks. 

For laughter that finds me again, 
for silence that teaches me peace, 
for the words that return 
when I stop chasing them — 
I give thanks. 

Gratitude isn’t grand; 
it’s quiet, like ink drying on paper. 
It lives in the pauses, 
in the small, steady moments 
that remind me I’m still here

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