She cried each night,
prayed each moment.
Living her life,
in the scars of time.

But a morning followed
Each scary night
With a chance to live life
One more glorious time

So she grabbed up each moment
and held them close
then flung them so far
Into the clouds up so high

No longer alone
Nor afraid to see
That indeed she was worth it-
She truly believed!

Hope you don't mind that I wrote a sequel to your poem.