Vainly optimistic I was
believing my life
would be long, eternal even
and dotted with successes
to be proud of
so I'd be worthy in the eyes of someone
and therefore, above all, be loved.
Now, my sole task's to find
some hope to cling to,
such craving for a little more time
to live, a miracle -
because such things
can happen if we truly believe in them.
And I so, so want to survive.
The arbitrary onslaught
of rogue cells predict my demise:
the ultimate conflict
between tainted flesh and sharp scalpel.
Oh let me be brave and dwell
not on dying, nor on giving up - but on victory,
on finally defeating the enemy within...
I'm going into hospital on Monday to have an operation. I hope to visit you all again soon.
In the meantime...have a great week, my dear friends 😊😊 xxx