Ouch, Honey

End of the day,

Tired yet true

Cement that is love…

That’s me and

You.

And cancer once again

Shows us

What we are

Or aren’t

Made of.

Heart-strings yanked

Barely healed wounds

Rubbed raw

New ones

Yet to

Come...

Go easy, now

We’ve spirit but

We're flesh, as well...

Too much, it seems

Only human,

After

All.

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