London

Whenever I drop coins- I will them to the bowels of the earth,

A gift to the gutter,

I don't thank this place enough.

This place where I stood

alone, abandoned by everything that used to define

me, self to

me, self.

For the growth, the laughter

the heartache, the headaches

the tears, the tears, the fears

the loneliness, the solitude, the company

For being the toughest thing I have ever done

For being the hardest battle barely won

I can't thank this place enough.