Some days I plan the next sixty hale years
others, so affronted, beset with tears
alone, forsaken, infected by dread
I hang by the slenderest silken thread
My dreams sift through realities then shift
and I awake direction-filled and drift
no longer in the dissonance, create
the next module my offerings array
my qualifications: each treasured breath
each hard lesson forged by imminent death.
Alive, I’m filled in gratitude, rejoice
I raise now my unique essential voice.