The Lucky Goddess Poem by Claude Simpson

She gasps, suffocating to death
Trying desperately to ascend out of perdition.
She inhales suddenly then barely utters a sound.

Though the hemorrhaging is under control,
Her vital signs are unstable.
Momentarily she tries to catch a breath
And reflects on the truth.

A fall from grace... another episode;
Her destiny is playing out in a dire situation...
Surviving the odds is her living hope.

Her soul can never die;
The gods must have pitied her.
She opens her eyes,
Steadfast-stares roam the room.

She regains normal respiration;
Now she will rule once more
On the throne of freedom.