it’s not over yet but we’re close
close enough to see the glimmer of light
far enough away that we can’t reach it
liquid weapons pummeling the invisible enemy
hit after hit
like a prize fighter I come back for more
willingly and begrudgingly at the same time
will to live is strong even though my body feels weak
the “good days” seem fewer and farther between
ultimately it doesn’t matter
have to keep going
have to show up
have to represent
no one else can do it for me