I COULD HAVE DIED

I could have died

So many times

Moments of adolescent stupidity

Hours of adult depression

Days of anger and pain

And sorrow

I could have died

So many times

Then life changed

One day

One moment

A cliff overlooking the crashing surf

Tears fell

My chest heaved

With great torment

I stepped forward

To the edge

One more step

To oblivion

A few inches

To end the pain and sorrow

A gust of wind

From out of nowhere

I fell backward

Onto the hard granite

I could have died

But other plans

Were in the making…