cut to the core
i can hardly breathe
the news is unbearable
and i hate to imagine the slicing workings
that are happening within her
why is there so much negative
in a world and foundation that is so beautiful
and in my young eyes, perfect
she has always been right and
has always told me what to do
held me when i was sick and crying
and hurt and angered
and comforted me when i was scared
but now it's my turn and she is hurting
not from the monster which infects so many
now from within
but it's my turn to comfort her
because she is hurting so much due to fear
but yet she is so strong and brave
and soon after
optimism and faith overtake her stature
and i feel a small flicker of hope
until
it all comes crashing down
when i see the love between my parents
so lasting and twenty years strong
the look in my fathers eyes when he looks into hers
full of wonder and fear
he knows as well as i
the cancer consumes within
so unexpected
so mysterious
so uninvited
-bw
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