Life’s dizzying pace had to break.
It had outrun itself.
To some a hero,
unstoppable by any means.
But to me, a fool
trying to outrun
the inevitable.

The inevitable
lived up to its name.

Those days too empty
of moments in which to take
a breath and smile…

Those days where ne’er a
moment
went unreconciled…

Those days that have helped
create enough memories for
someone twice my age…

Then a near-death life-change
took place.

The days became a tranquil
routine of tests
and visits
and rest.

An incessant brigade of
pokes and
prods and
questions

and rest.

A sudden, unrequested change
to take stock and recompense.

A chance to rejuvenate,
drop old charges,
relinquish unneeded
responsibility,
re-prioritize,
according to what’s best.

A chance to heal
and think
only of what’s best.