Now

What is this feeling tugging at me from the inner most part of my soul?

There will always be many ways to see past it, but only one way to feel whole.

A lifetime of poor choices, yet none of them wasted,

Because I'll come out of this just fine, victory so sweet I can taste it.

I want to have a hand in changing lives and opening eyes,

Nothing compares to that feeling...its liberating to expose the fakes, along with all their lies.

I wake up grateful each morning for all that I have, and this day.

Tomorrow was never a promise and this moment is a gift... so I pray.