The Days Gone By

The ones who by my side, always the purest

Intentions to help me, guide, and walk me through

My daily strife, 'cause of all of you, did improve

Following and leading me every day

Even if hello was all we ever had to say

A month of more has finally passed

Ashamed of the abandon I did cast

Today I stand with one half flourished

And left of me, remains discouraged

Finally last week my answers sought

All along, my back just as I'd thought

Never did I imagine the severity, the possibility

An M.R.I. that told the truth, unwanted reality

Now I've spent a month in hell

So my story, I now will tell

Of the past six months most of you do know

I spent with doctors & tests, the whole show

The past month or more, I have disappeared

In a world of pain, every day more severed

Three weeks ago, I bent down to get my purse

Through the windshield I almost submersed

Since that night, the pain would not subside

Every day followed, my spine and I did collide

Pain more excruciating than I'd ever thought possible

Beyond imagination deep, the problems unspeakable

Three weeks now, I have walked on legs of numb

Butterflies swarm every angle of my body did come

My head five days has tingled, light-headed I've fallen

Too weak to walk most days, I fight the never-ending battles

Just to make it by, with work and school, more hassles

Weakened condition, worsened state and all, I have to survive

All my days, struggle is what I've known, and yet I'm still alive

Then last week, as I mentioned, I got the answers I've awaited

The first was a dream I'd played in my head, anticipated

He told me he loved me for the first time

Patience paid off, his heart was really mine

Then came the paper from the M.R.I., sharpened blades

It read aloud to me, screamed, happiness it degrades

Two bulging discs, two others' cushioning, deteriorated

Not having much left could be added, how I was wrong

A tear in my spinal cord, over time did prolong

Fallen to the floor in astonishment mixed with fear

A 4 mm mass to top it off appears all there is, my dear

Surgeries and biopsies imminent in my near future

The mass in my spine the real evident bruiser

Losing my mom metastatic breast cancer to the spine

Only 1 mm it was her death, her life lived divine

My dearest friends, my apologies I give

As to why I abandoned my possible gift

Importance now is my health

When before, emotional wealth

All of you, I have truly missed

To keep in touch, I promise

From now on, not to disappear

My friends for life, sincere