Why do you keep us alive?

Why do you protect us when everything is against us?

Why did you keep a baby breathing and fists from hitting her too hard?

Why did you keep a woman from sliding off a cliff and just enough of her lungs functioning to keep her alive until the ER?

What is it you want from people like us?

Why did you keep us alive?

What is it about the abused, the shattered, the weak you find so appealing?

Are we alive to be given a chance?

To be used?

Why does it seem you go to extra effort for some, often the weakest, pulling us inches from death?

And then others you let go?

What is it about us that’s so ‘special’?

Why did you keep us alive?

Why have you breathed life into some of us again and again?

Why have we been denied the peace of death?

What do we have to offer, other’s do not?

Are we really so ‘special’ that you had to move mountains to keep us alive?

And I know you say ‘yes’ in a soft, intimate whisper and a booming cry to rival the crash of thunder,

But why?

Why us?

Why did you keep me alive?