Cadence

In slow motion,
death renders my soul to life.
Realization ignites
denial, and acceptance.


What would be is not
unless taken away!


Denial creeps fast
through every dream wakened.
Furiously, hate
burns passions wings.


What could be is lost
unless given hope!


Acceptance dawns slow 
on each wished horizon.
Uncontrollably now,
the cadence of life...