mortality imposed
unprepared yet composed
(or are you?)
the inevitability of discovering the core
of being alive and therefore,
the infallible nature of it all
(no, but really!)
nothing quite prepares you for the ways
that one has their world turned to a strange degree in space
of the unknown, the fear, hesitation, the…
reluctance of it all hitting right where it will hurt
(be so very careful, dearest one)
to be there or to not be there
to stay close or to keep a tiny distance
to cross the line or to redraw the blurring lines
an endless debate filled with trepidation and hope,
for one could only ever hope
the hope (and the meds) might just sustain oneself for just that bit longer
