I thought that I
was ready to
lay down again.
Restful,
grateful
that the time had passed.
Who knew it would
come around again?
Life,
throwing another wild haymaker.
Took one too many
on the chin.
Life outside
wouldn’t let me in.
Gone insane,
found my brain again.
On the other side
of this
never ending,
knock-down,
drag-out
fight,
for death or tranquility.
Ask myself
every day,
before the morning comes.
Can I rest?
Can I be grateful?
Today will not be the one.
Swinging,
ducking,
moving
and counter-punching.
A left,
then a right;
futility.
But oh, so
invigorating.
Life lived
on the edge,
or not lived at all.
Whether I win,
or lose,
I will be back
to fight again
and for that,
I am grateful.
This is a fight
for life,
to the end,
for death or tranquility.
HG – 2019