It’s 5:30 am, and I’m realising that I’m okay.

I’ve realised that trying to forget my past is unreasonable,

I thought it was how you sealed open wounds,

but it is in fact the exact opposite,

not cleaning it up will make it fester.

I see now, that everything that has happened to me,

is actually a gift from God.

I have much to be thankful for;

I’m not a victim,

the world doesn’t owe me an apology,

I don’t need pity,

I’m instead quite blessed and happy to be alive;

thankful that I’ve had the chance to participate in this event called life.

To forget who I am is to forget who He’s made me,

to undo His blessings would be my ultimate shame.