Far from home and ill at ease
My man cast the dice and gave us this disease
Not really his fault and not his intent
He was much more afraid of what it meant.
I held on and kept strong
denial came easy and I prosper long
my mindset does keep me together
Yet he was soon gone once he knew
He had this disease and thought to have
little chance to go on and survive.
That was the end of his game
He played it bitter sweetly with self-blame
Filled with fear that did him in
bad he left this world,
those he loved and the love for life that he had.
Somehow now I still soldier onView Full Article
Despite some once close now gone
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