Locked Up

I remain now,
stuck in this little wicker chair,
a prisoner in my own body,
yet so free.

The joints don't move like they used to,
and the visits are few and far in between,
but I am happy.

This is my time to relish.

The humidity,
and cool breezes blowing from the still lake.

Laughter carries,
and somber memories creep,
but I sit in silence,
awaiting the inevitable.

My life was complete twenty years before,
but for some reason the universe is keeping me around to experience more.

I should be scared.

I try to prepare.

The truth is, no one can ready themselves for that final journey.