that life would seem more full of beauty?
Brief moments without pain and the sky
is full and immense that I want to float
and embrace the cool blueness
and rest on the floating clouds as they wisp
across the sky.
The pain an internal fire.
A memory
calling me back suddenly to the earth.
A free fall
into red and into sadness.
I look to the sky and the blueness
is unreachable.
The clouds cannot comfort me.
They carry their rain and their coolness elsewhere.
Another day with the pain
and I am both stronger and weaker.
A warrior fighting a battle that I alone feel
completely.
Alone, yet surrounded by friends and family
I pull on their strength and support.
I am stronger than this disease,
sometimes.