A Dis-ease
Cancer. A disease of the physical body. A dis-ease of the soul.
Removed by science, but still it resides. Imprints. Forever. Things I cannot shake. Memories, perspective, emotions, relationships...me...all transformed by this disease. So many alterations. It’s hard to stay afloat. The heart so tenderized. Consciousness heightened. Eyes pried open. I fall. I climb. I fall. I climb. Trial and error. Constant discomfort.
Dis-ease. Cancer of the soul.
No removal date. No protocol. No prescription drugs to take it away.
Only time and faith.