Ingrate - by Ivory

I will not thank you
for saving me.
I will not pray blessings on your head
because you saw my folly
and pushed me back from
the edge of destruction.
I will not be grateful or gracious
or patient or merciful.
The damage is done.
The leap is made first in the heart.
The jump is accomplished
long before my feet leave the earth.
And you saw.
You know, and your knowing makes me spiteful,
shamed and bitter.
My name is not only Sinner, but Fool.