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 166. Gifts Too
Once upon a time
I was supposed to
Give a talk
On gifts…
Then I died.

Then I said
To the Divine,
I wasn't done.

I came back.

A year later
I gave that
Talk I was
Robbed of.

They were
My gift.
My life
Was theirs.

That was
Such a long time ago.

There has been
So much pain
Since then
I've grown tired
I'm still young
Lots of miles
Of blood to pump
Breaths to take
However labored
At times
Migraines to endure
Illness to overcome
So tired
So very tired
I remember the love
And light
Of the place just
This life.

Then I remember
Why I came back.


You are my gift.
My life is yours.

Every breath
Labored or not
Is my gift to myself.
So that I can write
These words
Paint those pictures
Write those stories
Touch your heart
Express mine.

We are in this

Yes you.
You who is hearing
These word.
You who are reading
These lines.
You who are speaking
These words
After I have left.
You who need
Them as much as
I needed to write

When we focus
On what we
Have to give
To each other
We forget
What we lack
If only

I can't give
You a hug
Without getting one

I can't give
A gift
Without getting
Joy in return.

I can't smile
Without it
Affecting every
Level of my own being
To give it
To you.

Someone up there
Must really love you
Because they sent
Me back
From the beyond
Just to be
Your gift

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