Steadfast: The Last Stand

Standing steadfast, I’m making, taking the last stand with a breastplate of armor, a sword and shield in hand. No longer can I run from the demons of decay that keep haunting and taunting me with this vicious virus that has infected me. As the skipping stones begin sinking, reflections of the past keep swirling in the ripples and I find myself crippled, bleeding. But when the hurt grows excruciating, adrenaline takes control and faith becomes strength against weakness. Sometimes I struggle with suffocation, growing weary and I feel as if I can no longer hold on but I am a warrior who will live to tell the tale of the battle fought and the battle won. I swear, as long as I am breathing, I will live to see tomorrow, my one true love, my daughter and my son.