I think of my cyber angels this year,
Where I’m egotistic with season’s cheers --
And sometimes my message is a bit queer,
It signals I’m intellectually here.
My dis-ease won’t become my claim to fame --
It’s a life’s pain that I could never feign:
This year has passed – I gain strength back in faith --
Angel wing kisses have released my pain.
A novel written, my glass of eggnog --
Raised, thankfully, seeing me through my fog;
My time -- not lost -- as I add a dry log,
I built a country house, to raise my dog.
Embrace my family, angels and friends --
There’s been days when I couldn’t think to pen;
I watched my life through my iris’s lens --
Wonder how many days -- before my end.
Your lit candles I’ve kept close to my heart --
With powerful light rays we’re not apart;
Last year’s night lit candle lights were the start;
Chronically living -- my life’s impart.
These friends are angels – candles in my night,
They open my world and give me insight --
My illness does not change – try as I might,
My dark path lit by their love and white light.
Adding your comment:
but in any case, this is a definite powerhouse write despite it being heartwrenching. always remember that you got friends on a variety spectrum and plus if you even wanna talk(not to mention i love your vibes) just hit me up and id be more than happy to give u my home number
Aussie
Happy Holidays
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