I, a Glorious Bounty

I’ve reason to be thankful.
I know my destiny.
I’ve changed from that which once I was,
to what I now will be.

You’d say I had it easy,
with little much to do,
but eat and sleep and eat some more,
and I’d agree with you.

Some say it is pastoral.
Idyllic, they may say,
with peace and comfort all about,
secure both night and day.

And that was how my life was,
one day just like the rest,
until I realized things must change.
My course must be addressed.

Soon things were all a-twisted,
“What is the point?” I asked.
“If not to offer something more?”
My mind and heart harassed.

I knew I must find purpose,
to shake this vague dismay.
I’d overturn a new leaf,
and change this very day.

Indeed, things turned that morning,
with sun still hanging low.
Killing time out in the yard,
soon came the final blow.

My old self ‘scaped from within.
My eye stared fixedly.
I saw the future to be served,
by this sharp change to me.

And though much was uncertain,
with pluck and cool aplomb,
my path had veered in this new way.
I knew my day had come.

Still, all was not straight forward.
I felt a first big chill.
Once more I found myself aggrieved.
With angst my heart did fill.

I’d felt myself restricted,
tight-wrapped and firmly bound.
For my full greatness to be known,
the change must be profound.

Others went on their own way,
taken before me,
though what led to them going first,
I could not rightly see.

But then I was selected,
the chosen one at last.
My frozen insides glowed with warmth,
like sun of summer past.

I’m full to overflowing,
like Christmas hosiery.
My chest swelled as with gladness,
for those who thronged ‘round me.

Like a refining fire,
that sets ablaze my heart,
the heat that will complete me,
will split my form apart.

I’ve said no to the smokers,
declined deep fryer grease.
Drug-free and clean, beyond reproach,
the better for to please.

I’ve changed so much, from then to now.
I’ve shed my outer layer,
and everything, from there to here,
has laid my truth quite bare.

I represent things plentiful,
my glorious destiny,
a bounty meant to pause and note,
a gift to you from me.

I’ll nourish you in soul and more.
Come feast upon the sight.
My humor’s dry and so am I,
unless you do it right.

I feel my time soon coming,
when finally, all will see,
me plated with cranberry sauce,
no longer cold turkey.