When the tick is tocking

and time calls louder

I have to choose -

this path

that desire.

 

So, I ask myself

'what is it that I truly want

from this life?'

I have wanted so much, and yet so little…

 

I invoke gratitude,

for kind hearts

strong hands

cool heads.

My own saints and saviours

in the pit stops of my travels.

 

Standing toe to toe with death

as she beckons me forward,

I want for nothing that I have not had

nor not seen.

 

Except...

to remember what I am seeking:

to live life like I matter,

and to be at peace in my own skin.

 

I yearn for warm bones -

in the marrow of me,

a quiet content.