Grace
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1 min readFeb 6, 2017
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!