So it comes back to this;
this beginning
and the circle comes around.
Break the dials,
snap the throttle off
and try to leap to safety,
or maybe certain death,
but anything is better,
better than this,
or at least what I
believe this to be.
All I know is fear.
It’s taken my most of my whole life
to mend and soothe the scars,
to ease the rising tide
of bile in my throat.
In my mind,
I know I’m gonna run,
’cause if I fight,
I’m fighting to the death
Changing course,
even just degrees,
has been a comfort,
but in that brief reprieve
I have been denied
my inevitable
lifetime confrontation
with my design.
In my fear I’ve lied,
deceived and obfuscated,
tempted my destruction,
immolated and survived.
I have been trained
and maybe now I’m ready
to turn and face the dragon
I’ve been keeping close.
Unable to let go,
unable to vanquish.
A story, to be sure,
but I’m not sure I want it told,
but maybe truth;
my story is not about me.
It’s about the people
who helped along the way.
Maybe that ‘s the tale,
as I might not survive
my final battle with the dragon,
but they will all be saved.
So,
it comes back to this,
the story of my life.
The one I can’t escape.
It’s time to go to war.
HG – 2018
