my thorn

don’t call me courageous

that title belongs to those 

who make a choice

to move, or take action

brave? not me

there is nothing I have done

but breathe, or gasp

eyes briefly shut

till the worst of it passes 

dauntless? no

I have simply survived

another moment

another day

 so I wouldn’t get a big head, 

I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. 

Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. 

No danger then of walking around high and mighty! 

At first I didn’t think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. 

Three times I did that, and then he told me,

My grace is enough; it’s all you need.

My strength comes into its own in your weakness.

2 Corinthians 12:7-9 The Message