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Friday, August 31, 2012


When they told me my diagnosis I thought that I would die
Tears were building up: I was trying not to cry
How could I have such an illness: I do so very much
I'm needing some inner courage and an understanding touch

Walking within a daze I was arguing with my  mind
What will I be able to do: considering this new find
Struggling for some solace; I felt the dark of night
Until a voice from Heaven told me "all will be alright"

Illness is not a death sentence its just an open door
Through which one must enter and continue to explore
Everything may be challenging but not an impossibility
Life will continue as a blessing, despite my infirmity.

1 comment:

  1. Illness is not a death sentence but it can be the death of certain activities, relationships. Illness is a different journey to walk with adapting skills required to cope. Once again such a relevant poem for myself. So beautifully put.


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