The Gift

I woke—what a gift, this breath, this day,
The light, the dark, all come to stay.
Each moment, a thread in a tapestry spun,
Of sorrow and joy, of many and one.

Grief taught me how another might ache,
And in that knowing, a bond can wake.
For pain is a door, and love is the key—
In suffering shared, we learn to see.

So I thank it all—the rise, the fall,
The laughter, the silence, the bitter, the small.
To live is to feel, to feel is to give—
And all of it teaches me how to live.