Roar and Grin And Grin And Win

I thank whatever is wrong with me
for teaching me how to take
whatever goes right for me.

When I tunnel
the darkness
it heightens the light,

and I mourn so routinely
I explode with joy
at any unexpected grace.

I know how I appear to some,
how clumsy my stumbling life 
must seem to some;  laugh or rage

as you wish at that, as you see fit.
But all that poison you wouldn’t imbibe
I’ve drained and gulped,

and I dare say that because of that,
when the agony lifts now and again
I roar and grin and grin and win

where you might only smile.
I thank whatever’s wrong with me
for how I praise whatever goes right.