Today is September 2, 2013
In 1994 I journaled————
WHEN DEATH DREW NEARER AND NEARER
Death’s bony fingers crowds me. I feel him breathing down my neck. I tremble at his nearness. I shove him aside and run for the sunshine of wellness.
A gamut of alternatives skip like a non-stop video through the corridors of my brain. However, I can’t push the reset button or mute the sobs. The tears gush like raging rapids, My body writhes. I walk and pray to keep my volcanic emotions in check. I’m not ready for the dream to end.