Head Shot

She led me by the hand, out into the middle,
of the darkest, deepest forest that she could find.

Led like a lamb to the slaughter.
The smell of blood was in the air.
The blood of self, soon to come.

Fully aware of my impending doom,
I followed.
I trusted her that much.

She judged my end to be of that day.
In her judgement, I did trust.

The time was at hand.
I submitted myself to the earth from which I came.
To my knees I did drop, my usefulness, depleted.

The feel of the cold blue steel, press to my head.
Bang, then bang and bang, and bang again.

The deed was done.
Her will was done.
She turns and walks away.

My life's force flowed freely
from my mortal wounds.

My life's blood,
It's scent filled the air.
It's taste filled my mouth.

In an instant
my life flashes
before my eyes.

The will to live
it sees a purpose,
a purpose to live.

A child, a child,
who needs his father.

I gathered up what little strength,
that I could muster,

From somewhere deep inside,
I found this strength,

and out I crawled,
on my hands, and
on my knees,

my lifes blood rushing,
gushing from my wounds,
all the while.

The hardest thing I ever had to do.
But do it I must, for my son's sake.
For my son, and self.

I know not why I had to die,
that day.

But I now know why I had
too live.

It was my life that I saved on that day,
and I am back,
and I am better
and stronger than ever.

She reaches out her hand to me
from time to time,
for she now sees the worth in me,
that was there all along.

Why for a time she could not see it,
I will never know.

All I do know is that I could never take hold of that hand,
and walk through those woods in trust with her again.