A Gift

I have made these minor truce with life,
Having got a lot of what I wanted,
I seem to have lost the chance to ask for more,
And why should I?
Am I someone who is not liked or loved?

I sit back in agony,
Waiting for the moment to come...
And lift me from the ashes,
With my life in my hand,
I rejoice at every beam of light that falls on my face,
And yet does not blind me...
Thanks God, thank you for everything..