Giving Thanks

I refuse to be sorrowful, to be condemned

I refuse to cast away my future by 

letting the past dog me; a vulture waiting for

my last breath

Instead, I take a deep breath

Fill my lungs with the sweet air of the present

And thank You for the mercy You

have shown me by showing me that my past habits

do not have to be my future faults

I shake with trepidation, with shame

I shake with the uncertainty of my 

future but at least I now have one that is not an offence

to me or to You