Cancer

Quite literally burned on the inside I am crippled and swaying attempting to breathe My heart a metronome waiting to be wound Time the only concept working against me Cast aside and in disguise Salt in a wound which has never truly healed Broken open All the while broken under Simply Plainly Sadly broken I am shaken and shaking Attempting to understand science When rhyme is the only logic which speaks to me Diagnosis misread Dealing with nothing Yet reeling in the midst I am denying struggle While charred black remains release themselves Reality settles in Excusing nothing and losing the fight I lift denial on high Marching forward with false strength and borrowed time I am aching and pacing and panicked and afraid and searching for clarity When this muddled mess is mine and mine alone

I cannot feel guilty for this fear