A story to be told,
i have pain to share with you,
Statistics, reality and hope,
But worst of all - The truth.
I have a sensation deep inside,
Its where all the numbness ends.
The feelings i suppress are there...
This is where it all began.
The crying in my room alone,
the silence and forcing others away,
begging my mind to stop thinking,
flashbacks, memories...the constant replay.
"Your mother has breast cancer."
Words so repetitive in my mind,
the tears and haunting thoughts that followed,
I wish i could leave it all behind.
I struggle to express the fear i feel,
I'm scared to say the words out loud,
I'm petrified, haunted and shaken to ask -
How long will she be around?
I convince myself that she'll be okay,
but a second voice whispers in my ear,
I try to force it to be silent,
but its torments i cant help but hear.
Every moment spent with her,
I'm worried she will break,
so sick, so weak, so fragile...
how much more can she take?
Shes reached her limit emotionally,
and ill admit that so have i,
Daily obstacles are a constant battle,
a struggle to not break down and cry.
I cant keep pretending its all okay,
because in reality its not,
the life i once had is gone,
and i reminisce alot.
Sickness hadn't struck us down,
my fathers spirit wasn't broken,
mums days weren't spent fighting for her life,
"cancer" was a word barely spoken.
its hard to accept the future,
when we've had such a happy past.
I hate to think of whats in store for us,
So many challenges...Will this family last?
