My hands trembled as he returned

His white coat fluttered lightly behind him

As he sat I could see it in his eyes

His news was grim

I had waited too long

He put his hand on mine

Extending his sympathy

Reaching out to me like a lifeline

This was my fight

Stage four was the grim ruling he laid down

It was a boxing match but I was starting on the ground

Before I could fight back It had already taken my crown

Why had I done this to myself?

Everything is spiraling out of control

I feel myself losing hope

It is like being consumed in a black hole

Drip drip drip goes the IV

I lie there still and weary

The fight is being drained from me

The universe feels bleak and dreary

The months stumble by at a sluggish pace

I feel surrounded by the sorrowful song of suffering

The past year felt like my entire life

People reach out trying to be comforting

Every part of my being is absorbed in the fight

Every moment of every day

I must push through the agonizing pain

I must keep it at bay

Now I’m here again

It feels like I’m sitting on a tightrope

The doctor is back

The look on his face gives me flutters of hope

His look is warm and kindly

Smiling he tells me

You are free, you won

The weight is lifted from my shoulders and I can just be.