Proud & Able

I lived in thrall of life before it all came crashing down.
Full of piss & vinegar, working for ambition’s crown.

My focus fell fallow, now my execution waited.
No promise of tomorrow; the future now ill-fated.

I amputated everything & pushed off everyone.
I did not know who I’d be, living well below the fun.

So near to giving up, I turned my sights instead to work.
I set out to build my life again, burning thru its murk.

How to move & how to walk…&, yes, how to beat my odds.
Within survival’s headspace, past the now one never plods.

Days became months, months became years & all began to grow.
I just had to beat yesterday & now my now’s ago.

I’ll celebrate & sacrifice; no one can touch my joy…
& Making real my thoughts has thrilled me since I was a boy.

Death prank-called my life & said, “I’m coming any day now”.
So, every day I fight to win & make it all count somehow.