What Zombies Wish They Could Tell You
To give up
your heart
and soul
is to lie down
willingly
allowing
zombies
to feast;
you cry
the pain
will end
but fear they
won’t
finish the job—
and you become
one
alone
of them.
Dig deep
my dear
hold
the fence line
another day.
I know you
want
to quit;
Fight.
You’re tired;
Fight.
Remember
your dreams;
Fight.
Is it better
to wander a
lifeless
vagabond
craving
death
never-ending
no peace;
Fight!
Or live
to the end a
surefooted
Sojourner
confident of
hope
victorious
at the rising
from dirt
and rock a
Homecoming a
New Name
awaits;
Fight!
Life
Never-ending
Life
Now
Life
Tomorrow
Life
Among
The Living
With
The Living
For
The Living;
Overcomer
Fight.
Oh Brock! I so needed this. I’m sure I will refer back to it often, when those “bad days” come along, those cloudy dark days of winter in Indiana. This will bring warmth and encouragement to my soul. Beautiful.