Blind

I should not be alive right now.

I could have been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I could have reacted to something a second too late.

I could have had a mother without beliefs.

I could have gone, in many different ways.

Starvation.

A terrible flu.

Depression.

Just to name the most prevalent over these years.

I would not be here,

blinking, breathing,

in perfect health,

if it were not for God.

People scoff,

roll their eyes,

and I get it.

It is difficult to believe in hope,

when everything around you is anything but hopeful.

It is difficult to have what they call

Blind Faith

in one you cannot see,

in a world dominated by visuals.

But after all the people who have lied,

and all the people who have left,

I will trust in the one who has not.

Who has brought me through it all

with an arm around my shoulder,

and with battle scars, yes,

but a stronger heart because of them.

I have my days,

many of them,

where I feel I will burst into tears

at any given moment.

Not always for an obvious reason.

Where friends have failed,

and family can be spotty,

I have gone to Him,

and received a smile.

Not always for an obvious reason.