No Guarantee
What would you do if you knew tomorrow wasn't guarenteed?
If medical coverage became your greatest need?
Could you live your life in pain all day?
Would you have a career if at home you had to stay?
These questions stay ringing in my head
as I sit here pondering from a hospital bed.
Paralyzed by fear of a future unknown
staring at scans angry at whats shown.
Scared and defeated I'm left with a choice
to fight like hell, or silence my own voice.
To my own fears of my body I will not succumb
to my dreams and ambitions I will not go numb.
I will seek to inspire and improve those around me
and choose to become all I can be.
The cost will be great but I will be greater
my fear will not turn me into my own biggest hater.
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