I’ve modified behavior now and then –
eschewing sugar, cannabis, the pills.
And I’ve received congratulations when
I mention or describe foregoing ills.
Self-deprecation blooms in my reply –
It wasn’t all that hard – I’d had enough,
was how I felt, I mentioned with a sigh.
Each time was like a natural end to stuff.

Last week another thought occurred to me.
Perhaps I should feel proud instead – arms raised
and visage shining out my victory,
amassing kudos, testaments well-phrased.
But truth to tell, I feel humility –
like grace has been bestowed. I am amazed.