On Gratitude

I’d like to think
if given the chance,
I’d do it again;
not having grazed
that impossible knowledge,
not having glimpsed
that immeasurable treasure
of fortitude once unfound;
to freely weep dry
those tears of toil and blood of salt,
and while I grimace
at the thought of reliving
my forbidden story,
I take pride in knowing
that ultimately,
it is mine.

Author: Marz

⪻ she | siya ⪼
I am a 1.5 generation Filipino-Chinese American immigrant, born in Makati and raised in Southern California. I write, paint, cook, express. Professionally, I am with a national nonprofit organization working on public health, behavioral health, and health justice issues. My background is in education, research, medicine, and health policy and law. Casually, I am a cat lady.
 Based in Los Angeles, California.

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