through the valley of darkness
where the dark shadows melted in the air
and the black clouds pretend to be harmless
she finds her soul so debonair
nothing could dim the sparkle from her heart
not even a threatening angel of death
she knows she's no immortal
yet she believes; to her creator she's special
she whispers in the ear of every stranger
she tells her loved ones loud and clear
"i am the apple to His eye and
i can-cer-vive"
when hope is swallowed by the dust
what to hold but promises that forever last
when the wicked comes to eat up her flesh
she's rescued and let to rest
because He who makes the clouds His chariot never forsaken her
she shall abide under the shadow of The Almighty
under His wings she shall take refuge
she can-cer-vive ...
because her Father listens to her prayers
#cancerpoetry
