Life does not pass me by -
It simply walks beside me.
Not hand in hand
For this is no love affair.
I simply catch it.
A fleeting glimpse -
From the corner of my eye,
In my shadows -
Beckoning.
One slender finger exposed…
Resonant of our dear Grim Reaper!
Emotionally chipping away -
Wanting to play…
Wanting of prey.
They; two sides of the same coin -
Life and death; in the same breath.
I am their purchase.
A treat, this life of promise.
Should I follow the reapers song?
Is death perhaps the release?
The peace…
This piece of me? Unsettled unscored -
Not one to be ignored.
Life creeps behind my shadows, still.
It is MY will.
And I choose neither one nor other.
This is MY earth ‘neath MY toes
And these are MY footsteps trodden
On rocky roads
Painting footsteps into stories
Until I’m done…
Until I AM done.
I’ll let them be…
I’ll let them be.
Life and death can fight for me.