Cancer

Turn Away

I shut my eyes tight, tears welling up from deep within my heart.

I lay in the hospital bed, gripping a clump of what used to be starched to my head; deep brown locks of hair lay everywhere.

The chemotherapy was destroying my image; but that didn't matter.

What mattered was my loved ones.

We all know this disease is terminal; we all know where the rail ends.

I see my fate; every night when I close my eyes, I can feel my death nearing me.