The disease stole everything
Its probably not the 1st thing i want to say
Lest i let the morbid
Push itself in the way
But the disease stole everything
Everything went wrong
But step by step I was reminded
That my life is still a song
Its a saga tickled with suspense
The frightening pendulum between
Desire and common sense
Was the story of my life
That moment when you cry out
For just one moment to feel right
Beauty was my wrapping paper
Ambition my reserve
The reality that i was lacking
The slightest hint of nerve
I never wanted to be rescued
It seemed too far away
A series of successful
Healthy peaceful days
Life runs in waves of motion
In the middle of a round
Of neverending emotion
Something else was found
An unfolding of undoing
Of damage thru the years
Instead of pounds for once
I shed triumphant tears
I am not a healer
Healing has taken place
In the form of tongues licking
Tears from my face
Day by day theres
Progress
Progression paves the way
For new beginnings
Renewed every day.
