All these thoughts and all these signs.
Yet all of the neglect was completely benign.How did I miss it?
Blinded by pride.
"Just go to be safe"
I heard numerous times.
Yet over and over I convinced her
"I'm fine."I never knew why I was so stubborn and balky.
But it came so unnoticed you almost can't fault me.
Tenacious at heart, optimistic at mind.
I still don't believe its cancer, "I'm fine."All signs point to yes but how do you know?
I don't-sorry, won't believe 'til its diagnosed.
It's not written in stone, it's in pencil, at most.
"I'm fine."Though if it's to be true could I propose a toast,
to my wife, children, and family, whom I do love the most.
For you I would fight until it's my time, and if I should win...I told you,
"I'm fine."
YOU ARE READING
I'm Fine
PoetryAfter years of unnoticed symptoms they all started to make too much sense to think otherwise. It had to be lymphoma. But how could one be so sure?