I want to thank each person who saved me

from a tornado in my head. Those who

refused to entertain my resigning.

Those who offered me shelter, something new.

For every coping lesson, most just by

example. How do you build a tool kit?

I have learned bubbles are compulsory,

but so are tears, at least a little bit.

I didn’t know you could laugh through sirens,

making thunder a joyful song so long

as the sense of safety isn’t broken,

so long as you feel that you do belong.

Thank you for not letting me be the storm,

for holding me despite my savage form.