In the fight to keep me humble,I look toward why I’m grateful.In the fight to keep me straight,I pray to see what is there in front of me.
I’ve got a family, one that wraps meWith love.Thankful for the wall they’ve provided,And the structure for me to rise above.
Speaking of structure, I’ve got a home.Not just a house, a home.Where great comfort and immense gratitudeReign supreme.
To my friends, I am oh so indebted.Their kindness, their patience,Their understandingTrumping my bitter ego.
Then there’s the more superficial things:The sci-fi films that make my mind roar,And music,The pop bops that fill me with joy.
Food’s good too.Warm apple ciderWith caramel sauce.Yum!
But most of all,I am grateful for my community;For those who have lifted me up when I’m down,And know what I could become.