We Have Arrived

I can breathe

A sigh of relief

Ten days

Of sitting on the edge of my seat

Would I be beat?

Would I admit defeat?

Would I run out of

Food to eat?

Water to drink?

Would my house burn?

Would I turn

To rubble and ash?

Run out of cash?

Fall to illness?

I would be remiss

If I thought it was because

I was careful

Or possessed super powers
Because there is only One power

Who could allow me

Another breath

An escape from death

All around me

Friends have been falling

Have fallen

To flames and fire

To a journey that goes higher

To suffering

And pain

But somehow I

Have made it to today

And if you are reading this

You have arrived as well

So tonight

Tomorrow

Pray like your life depends on it

Because, dear reader

It most certainly does.

Gmar Chasima Tova.