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.