love is like a cancer
it happens suddenly for some and eerily slow for others
the symptoms creep into the mind and bodies of those infected — the way the eyes fade, the mannerisms, the choice of words
one day the person looks in the mirror and does not recognize how powerful the grip of the cancer has become
it hits them all at once.
whether they're in a cold bedroom early morning
or over an old wooden dinner table at 2 am
or in front of a small town stoplight
then the only choice for the person
who is so deeply infected by this illness
is to either live or die
live and heal. accept the scars and the pains and become a stronger human with stronger DNA for the remainder of the life you are granted
or
rot and die. whither and fade into a mere shell of what you once were until you to release your transgressions and breathe one final time
scarily similar, love and cancer, huh?
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
