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.