I am grateful for the memories you that weren’t lobotomized.
For all the wounds I walked away with-
For the scars that took their places.

I am grateful for the garden that you grew in me-
After being buried in the yard.
Resilient are the flowers that grow from unforgiving earth

I am grateful for the love I give so openly.
The same love I gave to you.
The kind of love you could never reciprocate.
I felt your unprecedented apathy and hate.

I am grateful that you showed me what love isn’t.
With that lesson i found my confidence.
The same confidence you replaced with insecurities.
I see now that time with you was just a ripple.

I am grateful to be Scarlet Begonias-
As I’ll catch someone else’s eye.
But, what I am most grateful for-
Is to not be apart of the dead.

I Am Grateful –
In my twenty years of living, I have acquired a list of little things for which I am grateful. Family & friends. That’s a given, though maybe not for all people. But this is about me & not you right now. I digress, family & friends – they know who they are & how much I love them. But apart from the safe answer, I am grateful for quite a few things that include; rainbows after rain. Gel pens that erase. Hot caramel lattes with extra espresso no matter the temperature outside. The rush of fear mixed with adrenaline whenever I stand near the edge of something. I am grateful for all of my hyperfixations of haunted animatronic lore & morally grey fictional characters whom I continually find comfort. I am grateful for home-cooked meals by my Dad over the holidays. Especially his homemade pasta, gravy, & meatballs. Yes, it’s red sauce. Yes, it’s a family thing. No, it’s not weird. I am grateful for the way my skin marks at the slightest touch as if I am collecting bruises like charms on a charm bracelet. They are monuments to all my moments. Speaking of bruises, I am grateful for the first boy who bruised my heart. Well no actually he broke my heart. To be specific, he broke my heart exactly two weeks before my fifteenth birthday & to the boy whose heart I broke when I got tired of trying to revive something that died a while ago. Your parting words, “Thank you for the memories” will forever haunt me. A permanent skeleton in my crowded closet. I am grateful for the one who saved me in a way. Your late-night conversations & quiet compliments kept me sane as I was trying to find myself again. You are the person I would have waited an eternity for to come around. However, Lady Luck was on my side for once when I indulged in my desires that night. God, I am so grateful for that good weather, that clear October sky when we stargazed out of your sedan. Gazing at constellations, I told you how I felt. Who knew that the window to heaven was through your sunroof? So of course, I am grateful that you liked me too. & I am grateful for every moment, good or bad that I have ever had because that is what brings me to you.

I am grateful for the tears.
I am grateful for the laughter.
You wounded my spirit, but in the end, I am so much stronger.
Your ignorance sucked the life out of me, but I found a new friend that breathed life back into me.

I made a new friend, she is awesome!
It’s awesome to have you here with me!
You are wise and strong. You are a friend who pushes me to persevere when all seems like dying. Wake up, my friend, you whisper.
With you by my side, tasks become a breeze, and my day becomes more manageable. You whisper, keep walking; you are smiling.
The backpack is light for you; incredibly, you are my friend.
Please stay with me and continue to teach me to fly like a feather.

I made a new friend!
After many tears, heart racing, and a wounded spirit, I could let go.
It was all thanks to you, my new friend! You gave me the strength to keep going. You whispered, stay alive, wake up, work, and rest. You helped my heart breathe again. I am grateful, my friend.
I am glad you came alive; I am so happy you are my new friend.

My new friend does not seek justice; she surrenders to the destiny of the World. After all, what is justice when the wound took who I was?
Perhaps Justice is my new friend. Maybe justice is rising.
My new friend is trustworthy. I learned your instincts are correct and will always protect me.
I am grateful for my new friend. Without the many tears, maybe I would have never met you.

I am grateful I have a new friend. My friend is firm in boundaries. My friend has no fear of consequences. Bold and audacious!
My friend taught me peace is letting go. Detaching, I can breathe.
My friend came with tears, much more than laughter.
You wounded my spirit, but I have a new friend.
Arise, my friend; your smile and eyes bring life to my eyes.

I let go, I detach, you no longer inflict pain.
Now, my friend and I are working, achieving, dreaming, and thriving.
You do not have the power.
I have a new friend. You no longer have me.
I have a new friend.

Tonight I drink! Here’s to many more unique experiences together on our journey! Please don’t go, my friend!
Thank you for being here! Tonight, I drink to the tears.
You were there with me. As tears flooded me, you came; you saved me from myself.
Slowly, you were born deep from inside of me.
Then you whispered, Your help is always near! Wake up, my friend!
I saw your smile.

I have a new friend.
Her fairness is admirable.
Her safety is reliable.
I am grateful you are my friend.
You make my life full of brilliance, hope has arisen, you are my friend.

Thank you for being here.
I am grateful, I say.
May the pain and tears come; maybe I will find a new friend.

You whisper, no pain; it is all transformation.
No challenges. It is all transformation.
No learning. It is all transformation.
No resiliency, but growth and transformation.
You live inside me; I have a new friend.
You, my friend, know the secret of transformation.
You arrived at my heart.
Please stay, but you say no, my friend. The time is near.
You know there will be a time of death for you; transformation is near again. A new friend is arriving.

I am thankful for you, my friend.

To say the gratitude
I have for you
Is infinite…
Would still be an understatement

So let me attempt to paint you a better picture with the colors of my words
The bright yellow I feel for you brings such joy and ease…
The feeling of sunshine and smiles and birds in the trees
And all good things
That warm the heart in the Light

The soft pink envelopes me
Like a sweet hug and soft kiss
You comfort and hold me
I’ll forever cherish this

The blue I have felt
Runs deep, as the ocean
And though I feel sad
You still come through
You lead with compassion
Through waters unknown
Bringing peace to my heart
Cool and blue

The green that’s inspired in me by your vibrant ways
Feels fresh and expansive abundant and true
“Grow” you tell me
Down my roots go
Reaching
Connecting
Making things grow

The crimson I feel for you lies deep in my heart
A longing, or yearning
Felt straight from the start
Hot, excited but slightly unsure
How could this beautiful rosy dream be mine?
The feeling inside feels ancient yet known
My soul calling yours, longing to return home
Safely nested close to yours

All of these colors…
Beautiful confusion
You help me sort through them with no expectation
Of a favor returned

So yes “grateful” might be an understatement
For the one who came into my life to help change it into something of beauty, expansion and service
Grace is your way and everyone sees it
An exemplary example of a Man Divine

A life of devotion you model so well
I long to one day be able to say I made you proud
Forever in gratitude to You, My Love.

Dear Motherhood,

You were a journey I yearned to embark on for many of my childhood years. A journey I knew I had to have however, knew nothing about. Today, I have been a mother for 15 years, nearly half my life. Your are everything I dreamed of and nothing I could have ever imagined. I cry uncontrollably, I have to re-parent myself, I’ve seen so many different versions of me within you.
I’m grateful for you the most out all of my life experiences. I’ve had some of my highest highs and my lowest lows within you. You have pushed me to grow and heal. The healing journey I have experienced was because of you. You taught me that I do not have to be what the world said I am. You’ve given me so many gifts. I’ve watched myself and my children grow into beautiful human beings.
I’ve learned kindness from you. I’ve learned how to love me. I’ve learned to treasure the moments while being excited for the future. You’ve taught the control freak within me that she can not control anything but herself. I can not express the magnitude of gratefulness I carry within me for you. Every minute that passes I look forward to the next.
I am excited to see what the future of motherhood hold and I’m ready for everything it has to throw at me; the good, the bad, the ugly and the pretty. So I say to you, Motherhood, thank you for everything you have and continue to gift me and all the wisdom you will embark on me.

Forever a Mother of Motherhood,
Antoinette Gonzalez

Strangers in Passing
By Roxanne De Guzman

I’m fifteen and my sister and I are laughing just a little too hard in the Sephora checkout line
Everything special, but nothing new; she’s my best friend, and we laugh like this all the time
The older woman behind us taps me on the shoulder, kind face and a reassuring smile
Have you guys had a few too many mimosas over brunch? Because that sure is what it seems like

Now I never knew her name, and it’s been too long to remember her face
But I recall her starting a conversation, and I still think about her to this day
She said we remind her of her daughter, a government-advisor-turned-culinary-business-owner-Hallmark-cliche
And she told us to follow our dreams no matter what, even, and especially, if they change

So here I am all these years later, three weeks before quitting my first job after graduation
Trying to decide if I should find another gig or continue my education
I’m not happy: I’m lost and confused and consumed by burning, aching, throbbing indecision
Cursing who I am and who I used to be and the people who put me in this position

I’m in this stage of life right now where I can’t stop making a fool of myself
Some bad things are easy to handle, but even those, I don’t handle well
And I’m desperate to grow up, to be better, to right all my wrongs and come out of my shell
But I lock myself in my room, dissociative, spiraling, pushing boulders up infinite hills

I feel so stuck, I grew up with so many dreams and so much potential, oh how I wish I was more
How I wish I hadn’t stopped seeing the beauty of my own life the minute misfortune showed up at my door
It’s hard to be afraid, to be alone, to do everything you could have done and still come up short
I wish I picked myself back up in the moment; now I’m sifting through sharp glass, trying to see what I can restore

I need to be unafraid to change, to leave, to believe that the universe is ultimately kind and good
That if I do my best until there’s nothing left, then this time, it will work out like I had always hoped it would
And I need to focus more on the things that I can do and do them, instead of worrying about likelihood
And one day, maybe soon, I will make sense of the lessons that I never truly understood

I’m safe here in my bubble, surrounded by love and light and poetry to grace every empty page
And while I’ve started to see the beauty in this current life, I don’t think I’ll be happy if I continue to play it all safe
I think the novelty is worth the trouble: the wisdom comes when you grow with your age
And everything new is absolutely terrifying, but not nearly as awful as the monotony of staying the same

I’m thankful for love and the changes, the sweetness of the strangers, and the thrill of something new
The inspiration and the solid foundations, the warmth of a home to always come back to
The motivation of the stagnation, the things we gain in translation— the dreams, this time I know I’ll see them through
How unprompted kindness heals the weathered heart, turning hurricanes to morning dew

The fear of uncertainty, the passing on of courage, the comfort of strangers being kind when they didn’t have to be
Everything special, and everything new; no obligation, just a sense of community
Softening the soul, bringing down the walls, making a lover of someone who used to think so cynically
And the strangers I’ve met in passing will never know just how much the things they’ve said and done still mean to me

Parade participants dance and gyrate.
Snaking down the glittery rainbow street.
While drag queen’s sashay perfectly straight
Atop outrageously high heels, an incredible feat.

My eyes dart wildly from side to side.
Taking in ample amounts of bare skin
Of people unconcerned with a need to hide.
Of strangers marching closer than kin.

I breathe in the thickly weed scented air.
Feel the heat from the scorching asphalt.
I toss back my head without a care.
Unafraid of danger or assault.

On this particular day
There’s no hate for loving my own gender.
Surrounded by all the gay,
Love reigns in abundant splendor.

Five million gather to say thank you
For fifty years of Stonewall’s disquiet.
To honor and attest that which we hold true.
And to remember the first pride was a riot.