For.

For every time I've cried
Every time i have wanted to lay down on the floor
In the kitchen
The grocery store
The dirty carpet or the parking lot
For every time i have wanted to close my eyes
To close my hands over my ears and scream
To fill my head and the whole world with my own voice
To shout out my heart's fevered sorrow
Pitiful desperation
Dark and wretched in my weeping.
For every time I wanted so badly to loose this aching from my chest
With singing strings and a jeweled offering...
For every time I didn't, and instead
Just kept stirring this pot,
Kept my head held high and my hands busy
Kept them from doing me wrong.
For every time I just put another foot in front of the other.
Reached out instead.
For every time I took this opportunity to be thankful and connected and healthy and hopeful...
For everything.