#WritcoStoryPrompt16
She held on to the fragile branch with a death's grip as the roaring water threatened to drag her away.
She gasped, the bubbling swirls entering her mouth. There was no hope left...
She closed her eyes and prayed
She was at death's door knocking
But with faith
No one was home
The door remained closed
When she opened her eyes
She was in bed at home
It was just an unpleasant dream
But it's still good to have faith
To always believe
By
Dwayne Clark

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