death;

it no longer
has any bite,
or any sting.

i literally
kicked its ***
too many times
to count in an
IC unit's ring.

I relive
my death often
because I am
proud of
my victory,
my fight.

Last July,
my fight for life
was the
fireworks on a
hot and humid
summer's night.

my family
the next day
said you sound
and look so calm
for a person
knocking on
death's door.

i simply
looked at them
and said that
i am now numb,
no one can possibly
hurt this man
any more.

death has lost
all of its sting
when it comes
to me.

death for me
is the very
first day
of being free.