Light brush with mortality, left me melancholy & forlorn.
Arms at my side, palms now spread towards the light.
Does one enter the malevolent beckoning or stay here & continue to fight?
Turning now to face the portals of death.
Another go round or does one simply give it a rest?
A day can be as long as the shadow it casts,
you simply need to be standing, for ones silhouette to last.
QJD
