The halfway mark

A canopy of words

Protecting me

My breastbone aching from sitting up

Panic shadowing me

Chasing me

The moon whispering to keep going

There will be glory at the end

My body would give it all

For ten hours sleep

And a home-cooked meal

But I must soldier on

Grab my words and beat the monsters down

Lunge with verse and attack with phrasing

Another 12 to go.