I forgive myself
For losing hope today
As a book contract
Was slipping away.

I’m grateful, though,
For this insight:
“I’ve lost a future
But am alright.”

I forgive myself
For getting mad
For not being there
Enough for Dad.

I’m grateful, though,
For this insight:
“We’ve lost the past,
But are alright.”

I forgive myself
For missing “what is”
Rushing through life,
Through “what ifs.”

I’m grateful, though,
For this insight:
“I lose some presents,
But am alright.”