Happily Turned Away
Why do we reflect in the dead of night, so often with morbid thought?
I knocked death’s door
Not once twice but more!
Each time something made them say go!
I live to tell you so…
Why as yet I’m not sure?
Maybe kept guessing, maybe I will never know!
It leaves you cold to think of that eventual open door.
I am in another phase and live my life unsure.
Will this illness leave my side?
Perhaps subside or even just hide.
Happy to be rejected just once more!
Toby Lee © 2018