Sometimes you need to say something and you can't say it to anyone around you. So I am posting it here. It seems so selfish to be tired. Tomorrow will be a better day. It's been 14 months since my Dad was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer.
My Boot
I don’t want to be around death anymore.
I want to run away.
The words once so kind
Have begun to turn sour.
They will snip me again if I stay.
There is still more time…
