Prior to my diagnosis
Everyone around me was just that
They lived their own lives
They had their own worries and struggles
They would greet me when we met
And say goodbye when we left
Not thinking of me again until our
Next encounter
And then suddenly
I was put in a watch list
A reason to earn popularity
As long as you asked how I was
My acquaintances turned into friends
"I will always be a phone call away"
My friends turned into nurses
Who looked for any reason to call and ask
"How are you today?"
My nurses turned into parents
Not so much checking my vitals
But checking to see if I was still there
And my parents
Were lost somewhere in the confusion
I cannot find them
They have moved on
Oh how I wish I could also move on
Somewhere far and lost
Somewhere where people walk by
With a genuine smile aimed at my face
And not one forced to hide from my arm
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.