Carrying On

Is this all that there is, forever

Sorrow fills the soul when one considers this fact

Missed are the days when one could feel light like a feather

So hard, it is, when fast approaching the final act

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Memories of yesterday fill the mind with fondness for those gone

Once upon a time it was all so great

Life was something beaten, as the hero won

Now spiraling toward the lights at the gate

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Will the trip be this way until the bitter end

Seems unfair to change that which hurts most

The compus is something from which not to bend

So, one must continue, through the world as a ghost

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The ache is growing, at times, so maddingly strong

But carry the pain is all that is left for some

To bring one in would be so wrong

And you must push back all those that might come

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Growth hit when the worst became true

A less selfish soul for thee

Alas, you know that you deserve it, too

But it's not something that again you will see

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Since finding out that I had a cancer that would "Kill me" according to the experts, it's impossible to deny that I now regret not finding the one. But, if it were to happen now, knowing what I know, I'm not sure if I could allow myself to enjoy that feeling.