Survivor

Disease did grow.

Upon your sole, it tried to take its toll.

But no disease could beat a life filled with so much love.

In your spirit, is adventure.

Wild, unbridled.

Death can never threaten your desire.

You fought for those you love.

You fought for your tomorrow.

Empty words of support.

You accepted with a hug and a smile.

Redundant concerns coming from so many.

No slap upon your face would you permit yourself to believe.

This was your war.

This was your life that you were fighting for.

All intentions help with motivation.

With rain falling, seasons passing.

You fought while still fearing.

To give in, you would never.

Brave and beautiful

These are the words that tell the poem of your life.

Because you are a fighter.

You are a survivor.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill