Alive.
I am thankful for the breath in my lungs.
The fact that I am alive.
I have lived 17 years and still have many left.
I am thankful that I am still living...that the suicide attempts were failures.
I am thankful I am STILL here.
That I am needed here. By people. For people. For a purpose yet not found.
But a purpose waiting to be revealed.
I am alive.
And I am thankful for life.
This poem is about:
Me