Thank You

Thank You

Thank you for being there when I was shipwrecked,

For I was seeing my life thru a circus mirror

Distorted, elongated and E*Grand*Gat*Ed – (new word)

And every other way that it was I wasn’t.

There were other times my life was like a birthday candle

That wavered below the beatings of a ceiling fan

Although I wish it I never did blow out,

Because you were there:

Giving a hand, a thought and a prayer.

I thank you for your clichéd logic

Because everything, I've learned, has a reason.

Even predictable dialogue can be a guiding light.

And in this I always have you in my thoughts.

I thank you for your voice.