#strangemiracle

[poetrythreesixfive]

Strange Miracle

I look at myself and I wonder,

what the hell went wrong?

how on earth did I survive

and manage life so long?

Why am I still breathing?

and never severely ill?

I could have died so many ways,

and yet I’m living still.

Nothing ever broken,

always knock on wood;

I’d take my luck and save it

in a bottle if I could.

Don’t take life for granted,

yet do not live in dread—

a single heartbeat’s all

that separates us from the dead.