Glen Martin Fitch


THANK GOD


I can't undo
what stupidly I've done.
To face embarrassment
I'd rather die.
I've lost their trust, respect.
We cannot lie.
I know from this
my friendship they will shun.
But one's response
defines integrity.
Confronted I did NOT
deflect,
deny,
discredit,
minimize or
justify,
manipulate or
claim the hurt for me.
I listened,
took responsibility,
apologized,
accepted all the blame.
I sought support for change
and in my shame
did NOT
retreat or
act addictively.
One seldom gets momentum
at a start,
a stinging slap
from God
to make me smart.

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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