Dark Days

The things I find myself doing when I am - here
I pour an immense amount of love into my tribe, my clan, my people
I dream about living off the land and riding wild horses
or vets … or both
I cast aside my fear and dive into a blank canvas

I throw away my obsessions and go through life in a noble way
I stroll through it with poise and confidence
live day to day - an old cliché you might say - but true
perfectly aware of potential outcomes
I elect to dismiss them and embrace the surrounding majesty

A childhood belief reminds me - I am special
what a foreign and strange concept
He is always looking after you - the sweet old woman said
I miss her cakes
Feeling a bit nostalgic I presume

A superstition - one among many - that I am immortal
a self-centered thought – A feeling of empowerment - I suppose
Arrogant nonetheless
Ad infinitum is not in my stars
One day the great conclusion will show up at my doorstep

It almost did many moons ago
the reaper knocked at my door one shiny morning
the grim of course - not the tool
extending a bleak invitation in a somber voice
I naturally refused and turned down his silly offer

The ornery angel of death is at it once again
I admit I felt my precious existence in peril
for a slight moment - perhaps a bit longer
it is quite clear his intentions are to revive his past proposal
not interested - not even a bit

I once said - My love, I will not get sick and will not get old
I will not die - should’ve been added to the pretentious statement
As you can see modesty was not my forte
I believe that fear is no match for my might and vigor
I am a warrior, a triumphant survivor and a magnificent opponent

The dark days are surely not ahead - but far behind, trailing in the dust
the ultimate journey is nowhere in sight
and if darkness dare to loom and try to make an appearance,
I will instantly strike it and make it fade
I will battle evil and watch it collapse as I contemplate brighter days