A minute for crying
The next screaming
Feelings of a human being
Upon a thrown one is to claim
Making their own graceful way
Dismissing that to which who’s to blame
Living life the way it’s meant
Working towards a turn of events
Willing to take a fall; a simple slip
Fear to grab your soul
Squeezing to keep hold
Pressing your luck; so told
Sometimes in life we are meant to trip
Into the unknown, if you will; abyss
Holding your breath of death to kiss
Believe as you will
The evils of other’s deals
So many near misses
Fear, to which keeps you kept
Floods of tears you wept
No longer relevant
I, Rose, Amongst thorns 
Interesting write, Rose. Wasn’t sure if “thrown” in the second stanza was a misspelling or there’s a hidden meaning that I can’t pick up on. Mostly…yes, life is sometimes a weird combination of determination and shit luck, side by side. We just keep plugging. 😬 (with gritted teeth)
Thank you Sandi…it makes me happy knowing I am heard…..yes, meanings a plenty…..maybe a little discombobulated (part of my life). Much Love to you ….I can not express (at the moment) how important the feeling of being understood is to me. Xo