Grace

I could have died a thousand ways
or not have lived at all,
I could have sold my happiness
for envy, rage, and gall.

I could have drowned in grief and tears
and given up my soul.

I could have followed on my fears
to falter, fail and fall.

Years back one mentioned off the cuff
I was a lucky brat
that someone up there cares enough
to keep me safe and sound.

So many ways to lose the fight
and only one way out.

I should be gone,
but I am alright.

How wonderful is that!