Courtney Ann Howard: The End

The man stands just before me,

Against the fading light.

I’ve seen his face before,

Heard his voice,

Lived his plight.

In his eyes swim the shadows

Of struggles new and old.

I wonder if he knows

Times almost up,

He’ll soon be cold.

What once was so important

Holds no significance at all.

I can’t rise above it,

Can’t look up,

Can’t stand tall.

Nearby a door is opening,

Footsteps shuffle near.

The voice says don’t be frightened,

I’ll take your hand,

Please have no fear.

Then through the dark and misery

I finally find release.

The shackles that were holding me

Are gone.

I’ve found my peace.

Courtney Ann Howard