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cancer

at one time in my life,

I remembered what it felt like to be happy;

I was ten and a half years old,

bright eyes,

smile,

sun-ridden cheeks.

 

and then . . .

 

and then there were more people,

more words,

more stories,

more lies,

more mistakes,

more disadvantages,

not enough prevalence.

 

it was like a disease,

wildfire,

always catching,

never burning out,

I was alone

in the midst of an earthquake

and you were staring,

watching --

with intent eyes,

catching flames in an effort to save me.

I had cancer and you were healthy,

I was quarantined and you were okay.

In a quick advance,

you were shot,

thrown back,

pulled aside --

you didn’t want to get mixed in.

 

and so there it was,

mild turbulence,

unruly commotion,

and I was there.

 

and at one time in my life,

I remembered what it felt like to be sad;

I was fourteen and a half years old,

dull eyes,

straight-faced,

tear-coated cheeks.

 

and then . . .

 

and then there were less people,

less words,

less stories,

less lies,

less mistakes,

less disadvantages,

too much prevalence.

 

I was like a disease,

wildfire,

always catching,

never burning out,

I was alone,

in the midst of an earthquake,

and you weren’t staring,

or watching --

with intent eyes,

and I caught flames in an attempt to save myself.