A picture of health
A body in motion
Wellness through stealth
No alternative notion.
Doctors would look
Bemused and surprised
Not by the book
Their questions disguised.
No surgeries ever
Medicines none
“You clearly endeavor
A long life to run”.
My answer a smile
No words would suffice
I'll just wait a while
For life's fickle dice.
Then out of the blue
One morning I wake
Having no clue
The source of that ache.
I prod and I feel
Tender to touch
No cause will reveal
Why the pain is so much.
The days turn to weeks
Relief not in sight
Each morning now greets
A day that's less bright.
Specialists prod
They gaze and confer
Then a frightening nod
A sign they concur.
The cancer is strong
Spreading too fast
We can't this prolong
The patient won't last.
The rest is a blur
A race to survive
No margin to err
For a cure they all strive.
As to me, I live on
Learning to cope
Embracing each dawn
With courage and hope.
Life is a candle
That's shielded by love
God holds the handle
Destiny's dove.
RAI 11/2026
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Author:
RAIDOC (Pseudonym) (
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Hey, I am not sure if this is a real thing and if it is, I hope you have many happy moments
A harrowing tale of illness and need for cure set with metaphor of a dove. Nicely done. Hopefully just a tale but the best to you regardless.
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