I Live Poem by steph smith

Swirling leaves, howling winds
the light within begins to dim
aching bones, shallow sigh's
is this my time to say goodbye
will morning light begin to show
or will this be my time to go
if i don't see another day
the end is here i can not stay
if i rise before this time
the morning light could still be mine
if i see the sun shine bright
then i will know iv'e won the fight
a brand new day waits for me
i will stand up tall for all to see.