Holding me in your arms,
while we walk along the beach,
helping me to continue,
when I start to collaspe with defeat,...
You carry me,
only one set of footprints in the sand,
I'm not alone,
although we aren't walking hand in hand...
It is then that you carried me,
held me in your arms,
speaking words of comfort,
leaving my fears disarmed,
my loving father,
without your warm embrace,
I would be nothing,
a living disgrace...

I wrote this poem...to say that God is one of the reasons I am still living. I have attempted suicide many times and almost died. For some reason God has kept me living...and I don't think it was an accident.

By Kaitlin, 16