Simple Things

In the end
It was the simple things that saved her.
It was a child’s hand in hers,
The crunch of autumn leaves,
A small dog nestling in her lap
That made her want to be.
And when she wasn’t sure
It took just one look at those she loved
To remind her
That whilst the bad moments felt almost unbearable,
No pain was not worth bearing
So long as it gave way
To these moments of small joy.
The simple things
Of which her life-raft was built.