I am as blessed as bees benefitting from a bounteous bloom.

I am chosen like choosing a caramel from a box of chocolates.

I am holy like the hopping Robin just ahead of me.

I am forgiven as I forgive those who trespass against me.

I am as blameless as my brother’s baby.

I am adopted as an angry teenager whose assaults are acerbic.

I am wise as worries that have wrought a welt through whittled skin.

I am unfastened, I understand, unlike ugly friends who choose not to.

I am hopeful at last after all this time.

I am inwardly praising pleased that now I can smile at a poem.

I am wondering when my way out will come.

Until then I am ready.