Dear Death
Dear Disease,
Are you surprised that I would write back?
with the weak and infurerating body you bestowed to me,
waves of cold threads being dragged over it so often.
When I fall to my knees, are you satisfied?
Looking to my future I see more and more deadends,
not a road to venture down.
Did you enjoy abducting my childhood?
Holding me hostage within walls that keep closing in,
giving me no space to breathe.
I know the pain is not going away, but I can control my heart and mind.
I know that failure is not in my future.
I will fight back, as many have done before me.
I will prove that a body can not hold you back.
I will break your chains that you locked me in since the age of 13.
Now, just watch
Love,
A Fighter
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