138. 4/5/15 (#133)
It seems that if, as I believe, there is a God smiling down,
She's fairly set on making sure I smile briefly before I frown.
And I guess she's shown me more love than I've earned,
But after not too long it seems my fortunes have to turn.
Of course I know my life is a miracle before I even breathe,
But all I manage to keep in mind is how much I want to leave.
I always think at dusk, when warmth slips to a darker hue,
How I wish that for just a day I could hide away from view.
But in the end my cowardly hands' shaking is too strong,
So I stay where she intended me and trust that I belong.