Thank you.
Thank you to the broken road that led me here.
It seems no other road would have got me home.
Voices around you tell you to be spiritual.
Talk a sweet certain way.
Heal quickly from all things.
Find the positive.
Be present.
But I want to say thank you to my lost self.
To the fractured homes.
The addictions.
The co-dependence.
The bottles.
The drugs.
The lust.
I want to say thank you,
Nights with a knife,
Held in my hand against myself.
So many nights not wanting to be here.
Thank you,
Road.
Thank you,
Lost friends and thankfully failed relationships.
Imagine if they'd have continued.
Thank you,
Lost.
Only lost can lead to found.
Only the broken can know the liquid meaning of mercy.
Or show another how to heal.
Only bad love will know the distance to good love.
Only the divided can know the whole.
We don't have to build and live in a house on broken road.
Instead,
We make the journey through the inner war.
Somewhere in the heat of the noise,
There is the silent,
Sacred heart.
Finally,
You listen.
For there is nowhere else to hang your coat.
You wash your face.
Place your hand where your heart is.
And say,
I love you.
Thank you.
I know the way home now.