Fear comes creeping up

From the corridors of time

And whacks me on my back.

The blow is so hard my teeth rattle,

And my heart feels dislodged.

Fear roams inside my chest cavity,

Causing my pulse to quicken and

My breath to stop inside  these

paralyzed muscles covering my rib cage.

.

Fear is triggered by circumstances

Beyond my control as a human being.

Things can happen that I can’t predict,

And so I struggle to hold on to what

Dignity and courage I might still posses,

In an aging body that has been ravaged

By the cruel hands of time.

Will I face pain or death bravely,

Or cry and hide in the shadows like a child?

Do I fight to survive, or let go of a life

I have already lived and lost so much in?

Have I achieved my reasons for being

In this world, and  have I lived according

To the tenets of my God and my Creator?

Or is there still something God requires

Of me, something still left undone,

Some song I still have left unsung?

If so, I’ll need God’s help to survive this.

            Yu/stan/kema