Whose life is that? I think I know.
Its owner scows with anger so.
Standing before the bathroom mirror
As life slips away, death draws nearer.
To himself, he introspects.
Thoughts he seeks and collects.
At times, he blames himself for all this.
The cancer and its hellish abyss.
On better days, he remembers
Cancer took many other family members,
Which in some small way consoles his guilt
That he himself sabotaged the life he built.
Beyond his feelings lies a reality.
A place where he can be free.
Another chance hopefully to start over.
And where cancer has no spillover.
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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