Thief of Time

The breaking light of day crashing through my windows, blinding my eyes, what do I say? I'm 16 and have turned 58, and I can’t remember where I parked all my years. Getting up to splash some water on my face, the clock on the wall ticking, I wonder how much more time I will steal, I know I’ll never feel innocent, an outlaw is all I will ever be able to be with each stolen breath I take I am a thief being hunted by Death for the life I keep stealing from her.

From the first breath I ever breathed and every breath until this moment, I am a thief of time, from day one until I take my final bow all my days stolen.

Spinning room, colors splash graffiti on the walls of my life, sitting here writing these words, shimmering glimpses into the broken shards of my life, knowing I stole every breath I took, the rain pouring down, lightning flashing in my soul now my end is near, I lived this stolen life well, dancing in Heaven playing in Hell somewhere between the sun and the moon, between the sky and the ground I found myself living.

From the first breath I ever breathed and every breath until this moment, I am a thief of time, from day one until I take my final bow all my days stolen.

Now the dusk is closing in, I have no regrets for the life I stole so let the sun set on me and let eternal sleep take me because the breath I breathe was never mine, but I lived this life I stole well so don’t cry when I go into that good night, laugh, smile, dance and sing, let the bells ring out loud.

From the first breath I ever breathed and every breath until this moment, I am a thief of time, from day one until I take my final bow all my days are stolen and what a life it has been.

By Reverend Sarah Schultheiss