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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required After a solid decade of what can only be described as the worst of luck. I've grown accustomed to living a life of pain and misery. Fearful of this new uncertainty, again left helpless and unaware Although uncomfortable and confused, I continued onward with my life. The diagnosis is only the first painful and stunning blow. Amazed at the unbelievable power of something microscopic in nature. Specialists in the field call it a virus, I call it being condemned. Now likely sentenced to a treacherous and pre-mature death. The full extent of this revelation leaves me struggling to understand. In one invasive procedure, they pluck away a piece of my liver. While countless needles drain my tainted crimson blood. Both attempts at deciphering the enormity of my affliction. After the final drop of my blood is finally collected, The doctors hold an answer. They give me their assurance of a definitive and timely explanation. The phone rings, the doctor is ready to reveal his final prognosis. It seems treatment is possible, and success may be achievable. Astonished, I wonder if I have dreamed the entire conversation. But, unbelievably his spoken words are determined to be truth. Many human beings, not so lucky, to receive this rare gift of life. The feeling is strange, following so many years of horrific nature. Reluctant to savor the moment, fearing that it may suddenly disappear. Death has taken me three times prior, at birth, and twice before thirty. All three instance came without prior warning, unannounced occurrences. Left this fourth time, to ponder death's arrival, this time, not so lucky. I dreadfully contemplate what, if anything, exists after crossing over. A fear that has plagued mankind since Eve took that first fateful bite. The reaper achieved his goal, but I was unwilling to cross Phlegethon. inexplicably, each time my soul has been revived, prior to complete loss. Mind and body replenished with life, but some part of me remained deceased. Returning some what less than, what was my previous state of being. Losing only it seems, what I held onto so dearly in my life. Small pieces of hope, faith, and joy. Now left absent from my soul. Only time will tell if this virus, will undue death's losing streak. Or, if the Doctors confidence will be proven true, allowing me to survive. Yet, Again.
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