Shadows
(A short passage of the decision to fight this thing – AIDS and to hold the military accountable)
A fear of what they are…
All the things I do not want to think of –
All those things
Everyone locks away deep inside themselves.
This ailment has opened Pandora’s Box
And now I run in vain
I trip the question hangs in the air
“What if there is no one to help me as I fall?’
I am aware of the shadows tricks
Running not only behind
But hidden as well ahead
So I continue
That gritty smile on my face
Anticipating and determined
I will make the best of the worst
And hopefully will not fall
Under the weight of this path.