A Survivor's Story
By Grace R. Niemczyk
It is out of compassion that I go,
Yet a role delegated by marriage.
Committed to another’s well being,
Oblivious of the coming disparage.
With each day, now to pass,
Anxiety creeps slowly within.
Not much has changed just yet,
Anticipation,... dread will soon begin.
Disbelief of the enormity at hand,
The body shall recoil in anguish.
Muscles tighten, the mind a blur,
As the heart is left to languish.
Momentary weakness presses in,
Where one could lose self control.
Sinking low into the unknown,
The precept of a large black hole
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