Today marks a year
A year of life
A year of grace
A year of surviving death.
I cried uncontrollably
I asked to die
I wanted to die
So I just cried
I called for help
Ashamed
I couldn’t be talked down
I cried
And cried
And cried more
So they sent help to my door
It was angels in disguise
They were there to help me recognize
Everything is okay
I’m okay.
I’m worth living for even if I don’t have a soul to depend on
Death is not my portion
So I held on
I kept believing in me
I begin to water me
& here I stand a year later blossoming
The rose out of the concrete
Saved by grace
Carried with Gods strength
Stronger than I was a year ago today
My suicide survival date ;
Psalms 118:17 – I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord.
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