Figure/Ground

I’m too stubborn for my own good.
Even when my body wants to shut down,
sheer force of will, and blind tenacity will keep me upright.
Even when my body wants to break down,
my mind will keep it going, however stumbling, towards the sun.
My chest is filled to bursting,
I am still,
on the edge of a cliff,
about to pitch over the side.

Possibility awaits.
Waiting to waken,
sleep-fogged fables,
draw dreams of dreaming,
softly sweet
in the sand of my mind.