I was stupid and starved when I started; my feral fangs snarling and bared, only fit to be fed from a distance by a few brave souls showing they cared.
So slowly by slow I grew human, so slowly by slow I grew strong. When I tried to repay all their kindness, "Pay it forward," they said, "move along."
I can give only what I am given, small wisdom enough for the day; if you find something worthwhile for taking, that would mean more than poems can say.