Reckoning,
a shadow that looms
over all
I attempt.
Be it work or art or love,
it all will crumble.

Undeserved
every boon weighing
as a threat
as a debt
to be collected by force
when least expected.

Ungrateful
perhaps, but fearful
every day
that goes well
another cruel delay
in this ruthless joke.

Now learning
to see beyond my
own shadows
and embrace
the light I give, am given
although imperfect.