Gifts.

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.