I don't fold

Stories have been told, I'm 23 yet my mind is old, I stopped playing poker cause I refuse to fold.. 

We never know what this future may hold..

Yet sometimes I feel as though this life of mine could be coming to a end, I never know what awaits around the next bend..

Wind, storms or rain, I guess this may be the paranoia left after going insane.. 

Visions of my own death, appreciating every single breathe, fighting till iv got nothing left.

Is it really paranoia when I'm not afraid to go, don't get me wrong its not that I want to go, I still have so much left to achieve, there's so much left in my destiny in which I still believe, I still have so much to give, so much to retrieve.. I still need to pay back my thanks for this life everyday I receive.

Do I walk by faith, when I vision my death.. I turn this corner as though its my last breathe.. 

Are they coming for me?? .. Or am I finally free??

Death is not what I fear, even though at times it feels as though its literally here.. 

Maybe its death whispering in my ear, is this my subconscious that is not yet crystal clear..

Its what I see in the mirror that I truly I fear...

Something inside me, something behind my eyes..

Something that for so long iv managed to disguise..

God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change

Courage to change the things I can.

And the Wisdom to know the difference..

 

So I say this powerful prayer, I open my eyes an once more I stare..

Stay away.. Stay there.. 

They say life isn't fair, it doesn't mean we should give up an no longer care..

Once more I stand up, I fight, fight for more, fight for what I believe, fight for what I know I need to achieve.

I will rather give before I receive..

If I'm gift or if I'm a curse..

Whether I'm moving forward, or back in reverse..

I'm me , an I strive to be the best me I can possibly be..

I'm living my verse..