Walking Blind

The morning brought a new questionwould anything be different? Well, I was still in the shed, wearing worn rags, and feeling the effects of Cains wrath. But my perspective was different. I rolled of out of bed slowly, painfully, but with a new outlook. My robotic attitude had been replaced by a renewed determination. I knew it was my choice if things were going to go differently. If I chose that path, I knew God would help me. Somehow, I also knew he didnt want me in this place anymore than I wanted to be here. This was possibly a new day, and the choice was mine.