If I took the experiences
that life handed me deeply to heart
I would have committed suicide.
I am glad that I didn’t
because that’s a cowardly way out.
I see these experiences
as the hand of fate steering me in a direction.
I realise that life is hard and not fair
that life can be a bitch (forgive my French)
but the Spirit of Hope and Fight in me
tells me that new every morning
is a gift from the Lord and
I must unwrap this gift of the day
with utmost gratitude, grace, and belief.