Thanks...

Born alone, dead alone.
We live with ourselves in solitude.
Solitude, the worst tool for a life,
Between hell and heaven and alike.
We king ourselves to ourselves.
And as dependence breeds,
Our kingdom bleeds.

Here is an ode,
To show my gratitude.
To those who guard my reliance.
A citation of my tribute,
To the hands that feed me.
As I remain hungry.
As I remain foolish.

I thank you my father and mother.
My authors, my progenitors.
You gave me all I had and ever wanted.
But took from me nothing.
You armed my life and perceived my sight.
And awarded me an identity i'm proud to wear.

I thank you my sisters and brothers.
My sails, my wings.
I would crash n drown without you.
In this menacing storm throwing me around.
You cultivated me well, Sister.
For the world to harvest.

I thank you my friends,
My map makers, my parachutes.
Commrades we were in the quest,
For knowing who we are and will be.
Our endeavors made a beautiful journey.
It’s an honour to travel with you.

I thank you my enemies,
My contenders, my heavy barbells.
You made me fall so I could get up.
You saved me from being who i’m not.
And who I shouldn’t be.
You structured my immunity
So I could brace my resistance.

I thank you all.

-Udayvir