Frankis Do

Not too many months ago I was resigned to being a suicide. 

Around Xmas I admitted honestly for a first time that I am a good man, that my loving intent was beautiful. And that I deserve to be loved. 

Things got wobbly and horrible for a patch but somehow I nearly always clutched a threadbare hope. 

Now I am alive in bloom and this is a lighthouse for the lost. For the certain dark needing a certain spark. 

I can say I survived and God damn me if I ain't extending my hand on the ASAP, as was done for me. As quite possibly saved my life. 

I don't even want to say "paying it forward" because it is unlike any currency this heart has known. 
It is Love
Gratitude