Thank God—in breaking

Thank God—he never lingered long—

Nor sought to chase me—when I fell apart—

Thank God—my love—was not enough—

To bind me—unto something weightless, far

For had he glanced—a single breath—

I might have offered—all I held—

For less than nothing—less than soul—

A Queen—dethroned—by hands that quell

Thank God—for Silence—deep and pure—

It taught me how the silent hearts endure—

And waking—find a softer light—

Than any borrowed glow—a fading night—

Thank God—for Tears—that fell in vain—

They watered roots—soft as the rain—

And from the cracks—of broken ground—

A fuller bloom—rose upward, unbound—

Thank God—for Pain—it wore Love's face—

To turn my eyes—from stars in space—

To see within—what I had lost—

A world entire—beneath the frost—

So now—I thank myself—in truth—

For standing—when the world would fall—

For choosing me—when warmth withdrew

And loving all—within me— my whole.