At the intersection of life,

I crossed my heart and hoped to live.

No stranger to pain or strife,

I accept life is a gift.

At first, grief was like a

knife,

sharp enough to create rifts.

Until I saw the light,

I accept life is a gift.

On clear days or dark, stormy nights,

whether in wealth or in thrift,

I will not succumb to fright;

I accept life is a gift.

I will not flee, but I will fight,

so that my consciousness will shift,

ignore my urges to take flight,

I accept life is a gift.