As would a rock plummet into my face.
Did i ask to be thrown at it,
or was i thrown to it.
Hard choice and decision make the most out of it.
Soft voice and silence are my extensions just,
to know I went through it all,
and yes I don’t question,
I know when I say,
I lived, survived and now I could be,
but i know I am not alone in my life that at least to say,
I accept my life as my own,
as my constant,
as my lesson.
So I may give this,
hopefully someone will take it and learn how to live and die,
each passing day.