I’ve lost track of how many times
I’ve backslid into former ravings after a peek…
a foretaste…of all the sweetness sustaining me…
the loves I’m grateful for not having lost
in the solitary pinches of my hurt…
I don’t feel blessed in most of my waking life…
but I am fortunate beyond words to be surrounded
by those who have forgiven me my vices
and overlooked my shortcomings…
and given me the strength and wisdom and bravery
(if only for an instant) to love them…
and to know I am not apart in some merciless void…
in that fleeting instant I know…
and feel…what it is to be blessed…
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