A tentative step, breath held, released,

chaotic swirling thoughts behind a brow, creased.

Fragile heart, bound by fragments of pride,

eyes ahead avoid the empty space at my side.

Prayers fall from lips tightly pursed;

each movement planned, rehearsed.

Fear and pain, my steady companions, await,

as I stand at this crossroads, hesitate.

Afraid to let go, afraid to hold on,

the life I planned, dead, gone.

My ninth hour is reached; I am forsaken.

I ask for this burden to be lifted, taken.

Anger, frustration fight against acceptance,

while reality’s light offers clairvoyance.

The clouded vision clears at last;

my grip releases its hold on the past.

Love unchained, the key, opens the door

and pushes inevitable change to the fore.

This too shall pass, firmly resolved;

past sins and hurt will be absolved.

Hope, infant-like, cries out to be heard,

promise of relief takes flight like a bird.

Deep within I find my mainstay,

my heart and soul’s own cachet.

Anticipation replaces fear;

I shout out loud for all to hear:

I am my life’s designated driver --

I am a survivor.