I’m happy to be here,
Alive and well.
I once lost all I held dear,
Tumbling down into hell.
But I rose out
Like a prizefighter;
Off of the net with a
Lively propulsion,
And into Death’s
Ugly,
No good,
Mug.
I’m happy to still be alive.
Not because I enjoyed rising above,
But because I
Wouldn’t ever have beheld
The beauty that has passed by.
And I know,
More is on it’s way.
So I can only pray,
To share this beauty with others.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
I’m happy to be here,
Alive and well.
I once lost all I held dear,
Tumbling down into hell.
But I rose out
Like a prizefighter;
Off of the net with a
Lively propulsion,
And into Death’s
Ugly,
No good,
Mug.
I’m happy to still be alive.
Not because I enjoyed rising above,
But because I
Wouldn’t ever have beheld
The beauty that has passed by.
And I know,
More is on it’s way.
So I can only pray,
To share this beauty with others.
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