I'm dying today.
Attending my own funeral.
Of past regrets. Fears. Guilt.
I've hurt You. Father. Friend.
I've been unwilling. Cold. Immovable.
But it's time.
I've been consumed.
By the battle in my mind.
The hidden battlefield.
I've grown numb.
To the war waging in the world.
I'm focusing now.
Fixing my gaze straight ahead.
No looking down. No fear.
I'm grasping.
Hands full. Clinging.
My Sword in my left.
Your Hand in my right.
Taking thoughts captive.
Setting slaves free.
And when I fall. When I fail.
It will be guiltless.
I'll smile. Grow. Change.
The joy. Excitement. Comfort.
A changed life.
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