REMUS

I contemplated my isolation in crowded cells. Thinking about the days I had spent in crowded hells. Then i heard the story of a man far worse than I. I no longer regretted wasted time went by. My situation no longer seemed so bad. My situations no longer seemed so sad. By God's grace I had lived rough and hard. Learning from growing, growing from being scarred. I too had committed to hating, wondering why my lot was cast the way it was. Obviously life had been planned from the man above. I thanked my mother for the hard lessons, the lack of sheltered protection. Some are blessed with money, some comfortablitly. At least I wasn't left with vulnerabilities. That man had lived a life far different than I had. Good house, good home, good mom and dad. It's just my life NO longer seemed so sad. My reflection no longer so ugly. So blessed that life didn't fuck me.