15 years of struggle

mental anguish with self sabotage

plenty of bad luck

some happier moments prevailed

intermittent drunkenness

sudden bursts of perseverance

eading to fleeting success

yet aways limited somewhat

by passionate distractions

startling ineptitude and madness,

I once read how:

in those days some men will seek death

but shall not find it

death will flee from them

 

so I sit here now smiling

gone from surviving to thriving

having met the love of my life

centered, happy and sane

fearing that one day

while in this state of peace

seeking life and longevity

death will turn on it’s heels

to patiently serve a cold dish

whether by some wayward accident

struck by lightning or a falling tree,

or perhaps something sinister:

comes a knock on the door

I get up to answer

the ghosts of the past.

 

~ Gamhain MacCionaoith

Na Cealla Beaga

Mí Dheireadh Fómhair

2025