FACE OF DEATH… a poem

Body, Spirit, Soul, Religion, Woman
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A small remnant of fear holds me

Yet in my dreams I can see the light

Solace stands within my grasp

But I close my eyes afraid to fight

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What shadow is this that accosts me

As I near the end of my days

Whirlwind memories cast their spells

And pierce me through the haze

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Bravely, or perhaps cautiously

I steady my faltering breath

Alas, the time is finally here

And I face the face of death