When the curtain comes for me.

I feel the urge to push against.

To be stronger than the dark.

Punching against the fabric creating the divide.

I know my struggle does nothing.

I never expected it did.

***

The goal is not to be difficult.

I know it needs to happen.

Like a transition to a better scene.

Healing that can only happen with closed eyes.

Giving in is unavoidable.

Almost as natural as sleeping.

***

All I want is for the moment to have meaning.

That is why I push against.

A final struggle for what I did not do before.

Procrastinating the important.

Grounding in the moment.

To leave an impact before the dark.