What if that really happened?
What if that tree was a few inches closer?
Would I be alive?
Would she be alive?
Would our dreams be alive?
Maybe if I was more cautious
Maybe if I was more aware
Maybe if I was less reckless
Maybe if I was less adventurous
Maybe if I actually thought about the future over the past for once
Possibly injured
Possibly ruined
Possibly one account of man slaughter
Possibly Dead
Erased from the face of this earth; only to be another tragedy
Another unfinished
Unfulfilled life
I do not want to consider
The what ifs
The maybes
And the Possibilities
Any longer
I am alive and so is the passenger
Isn’t that all what matters?
But
Maybe it was a plea
Maybe it was God’s grace
A plea to change my perspective on life
God’s grace has never let me down, but always brought me up
I believe that there is no such thing as luck
But only God showing favor to the ones he loves
And when receiving a gift, is it not common courtesy to give another?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem