Another Year

I could have happened a billion different ways,

but I happened just one way.

One out of an infinite number of stories,

my story unfolded.

Now I pause in the middle of my book.

Understanding, as I didn’t before,

my power in authoring what is left.

Awed by the journey, the near misses, grieved losses,

the fight that has returned within.

Grateful for wanting to be at this party called life.

Many precious minutes

are not gaurenteed.

Savoring this very one.

By Ali Grimshaw