My only blunder was not being able to muster…

Those anxious words from my throat…

What I never spoke I always wrote…

 

The straggling bull. Alone and injured –

I always felt unknown and hindered.

Another reason, another explanation,

My own revelation and motivation amongst the celebration.

I grew up on pain medication and embraced meditation,

On my knees begging for divine intervention –

Divine intercession, but I could never meet perfection.

I got to my feet and took steps one day at a time.

One pain at a time. 

 

There are times when the burden was heavy.

When no one was near me – 

When no one would hear me –

Considered weak when I was slow to my feet,

Not a soul knew the battle raging within.

This fight with the courage waking within.

It was a custom, 

The tanks, the tears, the tribulations, the tale. 

 

Until I realized I am one in a million, not the only victim,

Families living with cancer, searching for an answer,

Children born diagnosed, some cry in dying woes.

 

The true killer takes away what should be available to everyone:

Health and Happiness. 

 

 

So I bit through my soul.

 

Told my heart it can stop beating anytime it wants to,

I’ll take charge of the destiny I’ll run to.

I see no impossible, I will triumph,

I will rise up.

 

I’ll say again.

 

Told my heart it can stop beating anytime it wants to,

No pain can stop what I’ll undo.

I see no impossible, I will triumph,

I will rise up.

 

 

Told my heart it can stop beating anytime it wants to.

Be still.

This disease is no burden.