it's a rainy, gray day
almost the type of day
you'd expect to get sad news
news of loss
it seems fitting doesn't it
death comes expected
and anticipated
but yet when it actually comes
you're still not ready
it still leaves a void
a hole in your heart
i can imagine nothing worse
than a slow, painful death
that's what cancer brings
it rears its ugly head
over and over
until you are beaten down
faith must be strong
lightly turning rosary beads
around in ones hands
questioning why He has done this
and then
finding solace in
knowing what you will find
at the end
is beautiful and painless
a release, at last
after a very long journey
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