Each Day Is a New Beginning

Softly, Arrives illumination of day, Exposing morning's dew. As a cancer survivor, Each day portends a new beginning; So how could it not be a great day, For I'm alive! Alive, without complications, Aside from one recurring cloud, Which must be frequently ushered from thought, And back into the dormancy of my psyche. For thirty-two, years, Doubt, has been foreign, self pity, non existent. As for questions of why my existence, This much I know, God, has not overlooked me. I see only insignificant accomplishments, While God, fathoms what I will yet do. Possibly a thought yet unpinned For one individual's contemplation. My life's folio, it's true, Others could have surpassed, Still, I am honored, That God has selected me for His quill.