Poetry Corner: The Alternate Life

Last night I closed my eyes and contemplated suicide.

God spoke to me before the fall, guided me into the vision he saw.

I observed all I could be if I just held on, lived and breathed.

The tears would turn into smiles, the stresses into blessings.

The poverty into prosperity, my pain into purpose.

I turned to see the grief of the loved ones left behind if I decided to commit this fatal crime and leave them for an eternity.

I saw the lives I could have changed for the better, had I lived out mine.

I was implored to carry on, so I opened up my eyes to see another day.

Life is meant to be lived, not thrown to the side and are carelessly tossed away.