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