Contract of Duration
survival and success; that line begins
with distinguishing self from nonself,
to know what is you and what is not.
At the other end of that contour is
happiness; the means by which you actualize it
is directly proportionate to the degree
in which you will take delight in it.
From the first breath I drew, and the
resulting
screams issued, I was taking an oath to stay
the duration; and survive I have.
Constant resistance to the daily cancers that plague us
wears thin the skin, erodes the soul
and fatigues the spirit at times.
I am a combatant and the wounds
grow numerous; yet tissue heals.
Time does not heal all wounds, it merely
medicates; the fibers of the soul heal
some lesions, but efforts have to be made
to keep them closed. I will endeavor
to seal them off forever and to shield
the soul from impending damage;
yet I will struggle with the probability
that I will have to bare it --
and share it once again.
