The patterns of coughing up blood at 3 a.m. will have to stop
One day you will have to see yourself in a reflection
Maybe in a puddle or in a mirror
And realize that it is time to surrender
Be brave and take the knee
Give yourself up to all that breaks you down
Each moment thereafter is not of weakness
But of rebirth
Your once concussed mind will thank you
The sigh of your lungs should be enough to tell you
Your fight is over