The Choice

The price of vulnerability is steep
And my bank account is running to empty.
Grace is reliable but often troublesome.
Wandering a terrible balance of lost and found.
Yet, there is only this choice:
Crouch low in the shadows
And play out my days watchful and wary.
Or take a hard running start
Before leaping off into the abyss.
Reaching for the angels and
Hoping they show up to lend a hand.