What it means to live.

I close my eyes tightly,
thankful for tired bones,
usually plagued nightly
by a future of unknowns.

Today I met the face of joy
in trunks and shallow creeks,
my mind unable to destroy
life's awe from curious peaks.

Now I dream of hopeful ways
to greet the morn and rise,
knowing there are better days
not subject to my demise.

And when the dread circles back,
with talons of desperation,
perseverance I refuse to lack,
on the journey towards liberation.