Conjured Words

 I cannot write of simple things
Like mountains, forest trails or springs
When, in the distance, shadows form
And life fills with a coming storm.

I know not when the rain will hit
But I'll go on in spite of it.
I'll fight the fear that closes in
Though battles might be hard to win.

As pain awakes I will endure
Though, shaking, I may not be sure
I'm strong enough to be its match.
Determined I will fight and scratch

I'll knock upon Life's final door
Determined feet flat on the floor
And thank God for each moment I
Could conjure words that let me fly.

© 2012 Pam H. Mu