There are many ways to die
She thought with a sigh-
A swift, painless accident
Or a fulfilled life coming to an end
Or this- the agonizing, slow oozing
Of life from within, the constant cruising
Between crises, trying to find
A respite from your body for the tired mind..
Such was her death sentence, her disease
Sapping at her strength, no prospect of release
The pain, the isolation of a chronic illness
Threatened to turn her into a soul feckless
Giving into her illness, she felt control receding
Life was ebbing away, slowly bleeding..
Tormented with the question “why me?”
She raged and despaired simultaneously..
Her rage spent, a new normal she found
Trying hard to focus on the positives around
Her disease became a part essential
Of her, many things became inconsequential
As she developed for life a new respect
Each day without pain was a blessing, in effect..
“There are many ways to live,” she says
“One may live for a purpose, or just while away days
Living with gratitude for being alive and pain-free
Each day, is as good a way of living as can be..
Being able to breathe, being able to see,
Smell, taste, hear- savor everything around me
Is a gift for me, not to be lightly treated-
I remind myself, when I feel defeated
There are many ways to live, and I
Choose to live every day under this sky