God’s grace.

"But for the grace of God, go I." They say when they see someone like me.

Worst-case scenario, lowest of all,

I roam the streets hopelessly.

"But where was God's grace for me?" I cry

when my life was mauled apart.

Clawing bills , chewed up jobs

and a vicious attack of a beaten heart.

I swallow the bottle of pills in one go

and I repeat my question once more.

"I shall ask God face-to-face." I vow,

as I pass through those heavenly doors ....