Fear, Hatred, Worry, Alone

Fear,
That something wasn't there before.
Fear,
Whatever it is could be something more.

Hatred,
Wondering why it's happened to you.
Hatred,
Hoping that your worst fears aren't true.

Worry,
Wondering what this thing could be.
Worry,
Wondering what the outcome could mean.

Alone,
How can you tell some one how you feel?
Alone,
Hoping that none of this is real.

Alone you worry about what this could be,
You hate the fear that stops you from being free.
You fear the loneliness that this could bring,
You hate to worry about what this could mean.

You fear the hatred and worry about being alone,
This thing that you've found has just set the tone.
For the rest of your life you will never know,
If this thing inside you will continue to grow.

You go for a test now you know for sure,
You have nothing to worry about any more.
A false alarm was all that it was,
At least you took the time to pause.

You swallowed your pride and sought reassurance,
Instead of bottling it up and risking a chance.
A chance that could prove to be fatal,
And possibly result in your own burial.

Cancer is not something to be taken lightly,
You've only got one life,

So hold onto it tightly.

By: Heath G. Schofield

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