When the dust settles and you’re lying there, vision blurred and air stripped from your lungs. Just remember that in the madness of the fight you were blinding. You tore through your enemies with vigor and might. No matter how frail you felt you kept clawing your way through it, so when you’re lying there in your final moments looking back on your fight; Remember no matter how small it felt, you fought til the end in your own way. Let the horror drift away and become melted by the warm rays of those deep seeded feeling on your favorite type of day. Maybe it’s a car ride where you stare into the nature and get lost in what might be or once was there and as you think, the golden rays of a mid-spring day fall upon your skin where the shade that briefly lay which was cold enough to miss the suns warmth just was. The trees in all their glory as they too take in the suns warm rays, yes that is memory I wish to remember when I lie there for the last time. Before I carve myself out of my old shell into my new one, this fight is over. Over and done, now it is time for this version to also come to an end and be reborn once more. I will come out clawing and fighting once again for that is both my gift and my curse, to fight til the last breath. But I’ll keep that feeling in my heart, no matter how much it stings. No matter how few of those comforting days I may get I’ll still look forward to embracing them with the tender affection that I’ve come to love. In those moments the fight is paused, no clawing or pain. Just those rays, and the passing warmth as I drift off to the serene escape away from reality.