Vast Cancer Wasteland Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting in my favorite park, enjoying the peace and quiet.
Thinking of the cancer within, wondering why it had to be.
Fighting the urge to turn away and die, I stay and will
suffer through it as always.
A vast wasteland within, fearfully staying on this side of
death, not wanting to, but somehow I must.
Seeing the immense darkness standing before me, I hide
inside waiting to let go.
There seem to be no shortcuts along life's paths, so I
trip and stumble my way through, hoping for the best.