Childhood came upon her
Like a vicious, winged thing –
It stalked her by day,
And by night, it’s shadow
Draped her in dread.

It seemed like it would be her death,
But in a flurry of wings and teeth,
Her and the monster breathing harsh
In the agonizing dance of predator and prey,
It suddenly vanished in the sun.

She thought she might stand tall
In that bright new day
Before the blues that spanned
Fathomless, further than
Oceans and yet

Age crept upon her like
Gnarled vines of aching time,
Chaining her bones
With new dread.

For some, the only hope,
Is the hope that lives
In the light of eternity.
My unwavering star
Is the light beyond this
Fretful, frantic life.