High Five

For finding the courage to let go
of weaknesses however benign;
thoughts of cake? Cigarettes?
Drugs? Or maybe wine?
High five!

For getting your degree
against all odds
rubbing it in the face of those
who said you wouldn’t get jobs.
High five!

For working out every day
until seeing the results you wanted
feeling confident in your own skin
knowing every effort counted.
High five!

For cutting out of your life
that loser causing your hurt
who polluted you over and over
with the same f*cking dirt.
High five!

For taking initiative
to talk to that cute guy
ignoring the things they say
that women shouldn’t try.
High five!

For proving that age is nothing
but an excuse and a number,
that any man or woman can be seduced
be they older or younger.
High five!

For the time you thought you’d wasted
waiting on the wrong person
but the end turned out to be
the best of all versions.
High five!

For letting go of a love
that did nothing but hurt
because deep down you knew
it was not what you deserved.
High five!

For wearing black
when the rest of the world wore white;
bathing suits in the winter,
turtle necks in July.
High five!

For taking the negative
out of your positive life
and starting over again
the hardest of all fights.
High five!

For grabbing karma by the hair
when she said you deserved it,
turning the tables around
for peace of mind, you’ve earned it.
High five!

For keeping your head up
in spite of your despair
strong people like you
are beautiful and rare.
High five!

For supporting indie artists
in this world of heavy weights
for your loyalty and commitment
helping end the impossibility debate.
High five!