I count myself thankful for the root of Joy
that was bestowed upon me
in my formation; before breath...
though the world try to beat it down,
it is resilient!
I grip to it
so not to lose unto death
but it has a quiet way
a strength to surpass all others
and if a part of me withers
it is an endless tether
permeating the dirt of me,
keeping me true
[I am thankful for Joy]
