Not Anymore

Death is not a trigger,
It cannot pull me from the toes,
bleed out the body I own
that I have evermore grown.

Death cannot dismiss the aches,
of which I've endured,
tightening the muscles to my bones
that have not shattered or moaned.

Death will not control,
I can use the breath I choose to keep,
select a route for my feet to take
and accept the reality that comes from fate.


Death cannot suffocate,
red can surface and my blood can boil,
but the peace I have found
will help me come above ground.

Death is not the end,
It is the beginning of my freedom,
chains have rusted and disappeared
and my stance is now with a spear.