Who You Are..

I see 

you between 

the trees. 

Not all

of you.

Just your shape. 

I will be

you one day.

It scares me.

we will all 

be you one 

day. 

If I look

away 

will it

pass me?

Skip me?

It seeps into

me like thick

warm honey 

in hot water.

As the the thought 

mixes with my 

anxiety.

I calm myself. 

You are now

not then. 

You are here.

Not there. 

And you 

will be there.

But you will 

fight every 

step of the 

way,

because that 

is who 

you are.