Greeting a New Dawn

Pleading with the man upstairs
for i’m neither wrinkled nor grey.
Death maliciously hovers,
amending my doomsday.

Death whirls downward,
cold sweats begin their descent.
Toxins soak my hospital gown.
I swallow my fear to erase regret.

Tremors, aches and chills,
manifestations of hell.
I raise the white flag.
Death guides me home.

Santa Muerte vanished.
Was my bed not made?
A house of mirrors
scratching it's head.

Three nights prior, sleep called in.
Slobber forms a brook,
alas slumber earns it's cheddar.
Six fortnights, dawn waits.

I arise from the tomb.
Inside, shame is put to rest.
Old habits washed away.
I depart Fairbanks reborn.

Heavenly gates slide open,
my home group beyond.
Sobriety turned ally.
I exit to greet a new dawn.