Invictus

The dark side of the moon

kisses my spirit again.

I do not run from it anymore.

I do not hide from the shadows.

I look into the murky horizon

like a captain facing the storm from ship's mast.

This is my life.

This fluttering from light to dark,

glory and despair,

high and low,

pleasure and agony.

I cannot escape either one

as much as I cannot escape

my next breath.

I must live even if I do not know how.

This is the promise I made to myself,

to life, to the universe.

I will always find a way.

I will move forward

one action at a time,

one step at a time,

one moment at a time.

The darkness uses overwhelm as a weapon.

I cannot be overwhelmed

if I do not allow myself to scatter.

I will face the winds of life

even if I cannot see my hand

in front of my face.

I will steer my ship onward

even if I am alone with the ghosts.

This is my promise.

I will live.

I will live.

I will live.