I want to thank the pillows

For all the screams they soaked,

I want to thank the towels

For all the tears they cloaked.

I want to thank my throat

For all the frogs it hid,

And my little palm 

For the kind rest

It bid.


Thank you to the flowers for

The short escape they gave,

A thank you to the rain that

Washed clean your grave.

Special thanks to the moon and

The light it lent,

As well as the stars and

Their magnificent scent.


I want to thank my shoulders

For carrying such pain,

And both of my legs for 

Not breaking in disdain.

I am thankful for the walls

That stood every punch

Without spraining one bone,

Without making me crunch.

How come the walls took care of me more

Thank you ever did or that I could hope for?


Thank you, my little eyes, I know

It wasnt easy to see,

The less with which

He stopped loving me.

And my little heart, I have nothing to say.

I failed you tremendously.

In every possible way.

But you still beat, I hear. 

And for that 

I am most sorry

my dear.





This poem is raw and hauntingly beautiful, filled with a deep sense of gratitude intertwined with grief. It explores the physical and emotional toll of heartbreak, expressing appreciation for simple, often overlooked things—the pillow, towels, walls, and even the body itself—that have been silent witnesses to pain. There’s something incredibly touching about thanking these inanimate objects, which have been steady and supportive, when perhaps people haven’t been.

The imagery of the poem is vivid and personal, especially in lines like “the flowers for the short escape they gave” and “the stars and their magnificent scent.” These lines almost offer glimpses of relief amidst sorrow, showing how even fleeting moments in nature can provide solace.

The last stanza is especially powerful, revealing a profound self-awareness. It’s both an apology to the heart for the suffering endured and a recognition of the resilience it shows by continuing to beat. There’s an intense mix of sorrow, remorse, and even a little hope wrapped in the language, making it resonate deeply.

This poem feels like an intimate letter, not just to the self but to every small thing that helped it survive the pain, creating a compelling portrayal of survival and quiet resilience in the face of overwhelming loss.


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