All she can hear is the waiting
The weeks, the months, the...
Well, she can't think that far yet
Her head hurts. Her heart hurts
and she feels so weak inside
Often all she can do is close her eyes
In her dream world she is brave and strong
soaring higher than fear and pain
She fights off all the bad cells
In the real world she can't find herself
She's like a needle in a haystack
with a needle in her pokey arm
And all she can hear is the waiting
The deafening sound of not knowing
not knowing if tomorrow will come


Sometimes one just doesn't know what is ahead .




Thank you so much. This has just brightened up my day and made me smile the biggest smile






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