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POEM: Borrowed

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By Christi Ortiz

Some think gratitude

is a difficult thing to cultivate


But it takes just a moment

of awareness


to glance around and see

that all I have


all I am

is borrowed


My body was built and borrowed

from my parents’ cells


The air I breathe

most likely someone else’s air recycled


My clothes

made by another’s hard working hands


My food

seeded. grown and picked through other’s toil



My language

passed on & created by many others before me


The car I drive

designed and made by others far away


The house I sleep in

made by hands I know not


The fire that warms me

created and discovered long ago


My beliefs and ideas too

were given as a gift & passed down the centuries


My favorite song

created and shared by others


Virtually everything I see and touch and hear

is not mine


From this vantage point

Gratitude is the only response
Christi Ortiz

About Christi Ortiz

Christi Ortiz is a licensed marriage and family therapist by profession and a poet by passion.  She enjoys trying to put to words to that which is wordless and give voice to the dynamic and wild spiritual journey called life. She lives in Spokane with her husband and two children, Emmanuel and Grace. She loves the outdoors and meditating in the early mornings which gives rise to her poetry.

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