Gratitude

I always find that gratitude is the hardest thing to express (without breaking down and making everyone uncomfortable). Over the past couple of days I have been trying to look back over University and assess it's role in my life, well I guess I've been doing it the whole time I've been here really. No matter the ups and lows of Uni, I think I have never been as comfortable in myself as I am now, under it all everything's the same, but my attitude towards it has altered. I have been feeling a great deal of gratitude for being where I am, and I am not even at the end of it truly, but this poem is a tribute to home. That in spite of finding my feet in other places, it has helped me realise where I already stand in life. That probably sounds a bit gushy but it is so deal with it.

Thanks/ Ever Different

Change and Everything and wind and
comes along and stick out your tongue,
she stuck that way.
But the hole you fit your thumb through
belonged
in pocket,
designs don’t mean to last.

Been shooting stars with her,
joy riding and begging for wanders into insulated walls.
She was never that different
perfectly fine in fact,
set ships on their sales,
brewing wine till they’re ready to smash
and spill,
and I always felt left on the docks,
to a home that I would disown
but a ghost and you’s lot-
I love breathlessly,
never without.

Expected for finding
greater things than
great isles.
You are my door.
Always.