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. 

Sara Krish