We have to keep on keeping on,
keep on muddling through,

my horoscope reads like a fairy tale
compared to some whose ships never sailed,
if I failed
I did so greatly,
but see me?
I came back
a
Lazarus trying to find the way to Nazareth
to offer thanks.

and the door is either open or closed, the
same as the eyes that perceive it.

Doors I know
and know very well
doors lead to doors that
led me to hell.

I came back and that's what counts.
the prodigal
imbued with indomitable spirit
as we all are.