Dear death.

Dear death,
I'm writing to you now
In present, knowing when you seek
to visit me ,
my breath will have ceased
my pen to ink , Upon any page ,
I wish to say my prayers
Out loud
from within this inking mind
Life is precious
Many memories bind
My children are the light
In my living
even in death brightly
they shall shine
Forevermore in my heart
Within my mind
Trying to find the words to say ,
before your promise to visit someday ,
I am thankful for the love
In my life ,
For every fight and sacrifice
That gave me strength to see
The person i was always
ment to be
Just know by the time you visit
I shall not given
To the light so easily
I was born to fight,
you may wish to silence my living,
Switching off my internal light

"i seek the long way home,
To the lord above,"

I shall grasp my breath,
within all my might
Having much willpower ,
Not give up the fight,

when all is said and done
I seek a destiny
Beyond the rising sun,
For hours in darkness
I've already faced upon this earth
The moment
my pen doth cease to ink
Shall become my final birth

I seek to be remembered
Within the pages left behind
I shall continue
To ink my aching mind
Upon many pages
However , wherever I can find
never leaving emptiness
Or silence
Within the Books to bind.
Nardine Sanderson 18/12/2014.