Imperiled -
I stand upon the precipice
no way to move forward
a cliff behind
Urgently -
I yelp for rescue
I strain to find a way
Up, Down, Sideways
But TIME
is no luxury for me
enemy to my thoughts
always pressing ahead
hot breath on my neck
Fangs dripping Death
to many memories
The Past -
cowers in a corner
like shadows run from light
but my courage persists
I will Fight
I choose to stand, not crawl
The Tempest -
will break
upon my back
staggering, I will survive
and in TIME
emerge newly splendid
