A Worthy Opponent
God must have seen me as a worthy opponent When he sent me into battle with tragedy A spiritual sword held in my shaking hands To fight for my sanity and survival Death circled me for decades Collecting the souls of everyone I loved I was at war with my desire to follow To offer myself to the scythe of finality The scars on my heart bear witness To the wounds inflicted by the ruthless Reaper The battlefields are soaked with my blood and tears Where I countlessly wanted to raise the white flag The strength of ancient warriors filled my weary heart As I screamed my battle cry into the face of Death When the final sickle arrives for the conclusion I hope He nods at my valiant efforts to survive
Your spirit is strong
You have done more than merely survive Rea! You have battled and won over and over again. Keeping death and despair at bay, and creating art that touches spirits and hearts. You're a badass, I admire and respect your strength. Now I wish you peace and rest and a life you choose. Love, Virg