Death beckons

Death stood, his pale glow holding me so, he said to me beckoning
I had reached my day of reckoning
pushed my luck too far, played all the wrong cards
waited for judgement, to answer my plea, to sort through my life's shards

Grim reaper in front tall and gaunt, looked like me
a mirror image it seemed, my death in my hands, my life a choice to be
can I be a good man, worth a chance
this question needed answers first, then I could advance

Angel of death suspends my ending
takes me on a voyage, mind bending
shows me a life fresh and new, a glimpse of hope
gives a smile, pushes me on an upwards slope

on my shoulder his bony hand guides me
shows me who is inside, if I just get free, get clean
a heart that wants to heal and save
a soul that wants to love and be brave

Could I fight my curse, beat my demons down
could I find my worth, beat a new rhythm now
Took a trip to find myself, to regain health to see who remains
deaths shadow still too close but he refrains

He says I have a path to take
as he vanishes with a firm handshake
my doctor stands he gives me a life at last
he says I can be free to escape the past

Thanks for reading,
Kyle