Exit Points

A turn down the street,

a miss of a heart beat,

could be the last day

the last day

you breathe.

Exit points

we make with God

to leave this planet

Hopefully better off

than not.

Knowing we are

going to a place

Where we call home,

don’t worry ever

You won’t be alone.

Written by Christina Sunrise on April 5,2011

poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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