Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2018
Twirting, swirling through the air.
Seeing nothing but darkness everywhere.
Quick to be removed from the wreck.

A little hurt.
But thank God no broken neck.
Yes, alive through the grace of God.

Why?
Did he spare me from this accident?
There must be a reason in his mindset.

Or he's not exactly ready for me yet.
Yes, I'm alive through the grace of Him.
And daily, daily I thank him.
jeffrey conyers
Written by
jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
69
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems