Thank God

Thank you for making me so difficult
And thank you for the happy smile
Thank you for taking out the uneven blade
And shaping me in a whimsical while.

I never need be a card board cut out
I never need to be a stale cookie in the jar
I can be a me, that is a message and a lesson
Or an undercurrent lost in the passage.

Thank God for the lack of crowds around me
Thank God I can evade the pack of wolves
Surrounding me
I thank you Creator whoever you may be
That you created me to be solitary.

I may be a square peg in a neat round hole
But I think my four (or more?), corners and all
Allow me an edge over the smooth pretty Pegs
No bother at all about being Ken's Barbie doll.

I create a small space in my loneliness
Somewhere between sweet sanity and grace
And it's Brave not bitter, it's fierce to be free
Now and forevermore,
I want no one with me.

If He or She or It who made me
Comes forward to my face
I will bow my thanks and regards
From my little bit of space.

It is fun to be me, myself and I,
Where my identity, is  something,
solely I define
Where I change for the better
When I understand my worst
Where nothing but I matter
When I, put others first.

For compassion is born of grace
Grace is born from dark 's embrace
Without pain's favor,
There never has been
true happiness.
Thank you for these riches
A Magi's wealth no more no less.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017