I began to grow weary.

I began to tire.

I began to let go.

And just as the darkness attempted to harm me I spoke:

“Hands…awake.”

They did.

And just as the sorrow crept into my head I spoke:

“Mind…awake.”

It did.

And just as the last true breath began to exhaust I spoke:

“Waste not another.”

“Awake.”

And I did.

-jcocv