The Battlefield
tiny steps
inched forward
towards the line
tiny hands
reaching
through shadows
on the other side
was death
...she survived
teenage strolls
tempting fate
with screeching brakes
she flew wingless
through night's air
...she survived
adulthood fears
lurked in shadows
of darkness
hands grabbing
through the fog
she was lifted
staring barrels down
felt the pierce
of blades
pressing
rage of minds
exploding
a shattered heart
...she survived
climbing life's hill
a weakened heart
in slow beats
fading in echoes
pulse of death
upon her
....she survived
now she stands
on the battlefield
all the warriors
of life have fallen
into the shadows
of death
she stands
armed with needle
not knowing
how to fight
to survive
the pain
of this
killer
a survivor
she is lost
between
memories that haunt
and the rituals
that life has become
inching towards that line
her story told
...will she survive?
she doesn't know how
(this video inspired my write )
November is National Diabetes Awareness Month~
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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