As my consciousnesses becomes clearer
with each waking of the day,
I begin to thoroughly give forgiveness
to that stubborn face.
The one that peers through my reflection,
hardly showing solstice for its unwelcome inhabitance.
I do not know your name.
For whom do I offer thanks?
Who do I give credit to showing me the way?
I slept for sometime and you brought air to my lungs,
kept me alive in the day.
But night dawned,
you caused me nothing but harm.
And still to you I give thanks.
For there is no better way to wake
then to return from a life of shame.
And still appreciate the pain.