Death, I wrestle with you

yet I will not come away limping

like Jacob did with God...

No. I shall come away crawling,

weak.

upon my hands and knees like a child

who cannot push itself up to its feet.

Still I will come away, neither

victorious nor defeated

and you will be the same as I.

And we shall stand, you and I, Death,

eyes locked,

not daring to blink.