Defiant
By Lynxear
Don’t turn your eyes, when you are talking to me. I have done nothing wrong. I am not a leper, not soiled. it is a growth , a parasite, feeding on me, it’s not my fault. Please don’t ask me how I’m feeling, when I am looking so low. I am not ready to share, can’t you see! I have battles to wage, demons to fight with no hope, no plan, only a dogged will to survive, to win...I must win... This does not mean that I don’t need you. Don’t need to feel your arms around me, clutching me to your bosom, mewing soft, meaningless, wonderful expressions of your caring, I truly need this but, I cannot ask for it now for I am not ready. I don’t need your pity! Pity the lost...not me! For I shall beat this cancer, pummel it into the ground, dance on its form, scream a warning to all disease, that this is MY body, MY life and I will NOT quietly submit. (c) Jim Broadbent Nov/1999 Written November 1st, 1999 © on Nov 07 2001 11:14 AM PST 0 • 1
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