I.
Gratitude trickles down me.
silver water,
threads that don’t hold me under,
drowning.
I’m just held.
I can be.

II.
Why does my heart hurt?
Haven’t I processed enough, yet?
I submit to the emotions’ pool,
drawn back into myself.

III.
Warmth,
kindness, gratitude,
received carefully,
open.
a cautious wisdom.