What Will

What will comfort me on my long roads.

What light will shine through the thicket of the trees,

Through the brush that wishes to hold me back during the nights from which I cannot see.

What heart will always beat for me

To show me that my body is not my limit,

That my mind is not my limit,

That my heart is what will push me.

What voice will praise me when I light my torch.

What voice will lift me when all hell begins to scorch,

What will consume my last breath.

What will comfort me among death.

Where will I find my answers among the twists and turns of life,

Among my dying body from the moment I take life.

Where will my end be, will I have an afterlife

Where will my last breath be exhaled.

I must leave no walls unscaled.

How long will the beauty of the ocean crash for me.

How long will the trees give me air even when I bleed,

How long will the sun rise and the moon beam.

How long do I have to inhale life’s very soul before I scream.

Will I be left to the soils of the earth alone with a darkened theme,

Will I be left to the sinking of the oceans pull like a dream,

Will I be left to one last lushes kiss to send me upstream.

Or will I stop like fireworks to the night sky

Showing one last graceful dance as my eyes fill to cry,

What will come of me against all who lie,

What will become of my soul before I die,

What will become of me, I still remember, my first lullaby…..

But like that of a new born plant from concrete soils,

I will not stop growing,

I will not stop my heart, my mind, for my soul has much more to bring.

I will keep going against the bitter harsh winters of life’s unforgiving hand, no matter the evils that lie brewing.